The Bottomless Pit

There's one week a month that I swear, no matter what I do, what I eat or how much willpower I exercise, I feel just plain terrible.

Ladies, I'm sure you know what week I'm talking about.

This is the first time I've gone through PMS week since hiring Ms. A--and can I just say that yesterday's workout was especially brutal. I was dragging and struggling to finish every exercise. I was gaggy and gross and had absolutely no energy (Despite the fact I'm actually getting a good 8 hours of sleep a night).

I fessed up to what was going on and she suddenly understood...and told me it was absolutely normal. But she pushed me to keep going and keep going I did.

The dangerous part though has been the eating. I am a virtual bottomless pit before my period arrives. It's not that I crave anything in particular (Although today I fell prey to the siren song of some Wendy's fries--but I only ate a few before tossing the rest in the trash)...I'm just always hungry.

I can eat protein and it won't matter. Carbs do nothing for me. I just want to eat and eat and eat and eat. It's terrible.

Normally, I would tell myself, "Oh, relax. You have your period. You're entitled, have the cookies," and I'd indulge.

Now I'm trying to be a little more sensible and telling myself hunger--at least the hunger I'm feeling--won't kill me. I don't need to eat every hour on the hour. I am getting some nutritious meals in...I'm not really starving.

So what did I do when the mid-afternoon urge to eat hit?

Came to my computer, natch!