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)
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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.