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It is pathetic how easily my body is ruled by its hormones…if you are faint of heart about “that time of the month” please switch to another blog now.
During PMS time, I go into this mode where my teeth practically sweat. By this I mean that I’m like a ravenous animal prowling the house for anything to consume. I call it free ranging b/c nothing is sacred…the ‘fridge, the freezer, high cabinets, low cabinets…baked, fried, steamed, raw…sometimes it’s comical the way that I scavenge…but of course it’s difficult to keep the ranging compliant. In addition, I’m noticing a trend that when I’ve been heavily non-compliant during the preceding weeks, my bloating is worse and the need to munch is heinous.
ANYHOW! Operation “Beat the Free Ranging” includes lots of cut up fruits, veggies (steamed and seasoned in the fridge) and constant moving from place to place so that I don’t set too long and think up what I could go get. A major component of Beat the Free Ranging is to take myself off to my room and read. I don’t eat in bed and if the book’s good enough, I don’t want to eat whilst reading (unlike a movie or TV).
Having said that, I’m off to town (no subbing today) to hammer out a good portion of my thesis project. My lunch bag is packed with baby carrots, grapes, cucumber, plum…hopefully I’ll steer clear of the dessert cabinet at the coffee shop!
Thanks for letting me vent about my traitorous hormonal basketcase of a body…take care and be well…
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