I'm craving salt, irritable, bloated, retaining water, snapping at everyone (even the dog), and breaking out. Anyone want to take a stab (did I mention I am stabby) at my general ailment?
I freakin' hate PMS.
Confession time: I have stuffed my face for the past two face. Literally. Did not stop eating. Nothing was safe. I am so ashamed yet I feel that I should put if out there. I even went through a whole carton of Hiland Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream in two days. Popcorn, steak, jalapeno poppers (not with light cream cheese either) wrapped in bacon, cereal, the list goes on. Sure there were a bunch of healthy things, like the nearly pound of cherries and peaches and egg whites and veggies and salads. But the sheer amount was just ridiculous.
Nothing was satisfying me. And to top it off I feel like I was really lazy with my exercise. I only got in about 7 miles on the treadmill. I did do some strength which is more than last week but gah!
I am really looking forward to my run in the morning. I'll be getting up super duper early and meeting Phyllis for 5.5-6 miles. I think it will make me feel so much better and turn me right back the way I need to be. I've set a new goal of 130. I'm sure right now I am at 135 due to all these damn munchies. I just have to remember how hard I worked to get here and how much I love it.
My new mantra is going to be: "Size six. Size six. Size six."