In my defense, I’m 8 days late.
Look, just the thought of spelling out when my last period was, or breaking out the old acronyms (AF! PCOS! HPT! PUKE!) is making me a little queasy. Long story short:
My cycle gets out of whack when I am over a certain weight.
I started stress eating when we decided to stop preventing.
I am now over that certain weight.
Que the whomp-whomp sound effects.
So either I was subconsciously sabotaging myself, or…
Ok – I was probably subconsciously sabotaging myself.
Regardless, the diet begins this week. Because 3 pee sticks and the scale have told me that apparently I have to make a conscious effort.
Yay.
(You may now commence the throwing of the stuff and things)
CUE THROWING OF SALAD AND OTHER HEALTHY FOODS.
LMAO
We all slip up sometimes. Or three times.
Oh man! Wish it was just a lovely surprise instead of more of the same.