TMI Tuesday

It's finally Shark Week in ColorLand.

I no longer want to cry when I think about, well, everything. I'm no longer on the verge of a breakdown at all times, just waiting to be set off by Trader Joe's not having my chicken breasts. I no longer have a sharp, persistent little headache prickling behind my eyes, demanding attention. I no longer am snapping at poor, unsuspecting people that don't deserve my wrath.

Seriously, I've been a god damn MESS. And not a hot one.

But I woke up this morning and feel HUMAN AGAIN. It's glorious.

So to my gentleman readers, who wonder if PMS is a total myth that women just use to blame our bad behaviors...no. It turned this gentle creature into a wildebeest.

But now I'm kitten again.

Well, you know, not yet. First I gotta deal with these cramps, and the fact that I still am NOT hot.

NSVs of the Week

*Having (almost...) no trouble getting right back on track after my PMS diversions.
*Getting told I'm "looking trim" at the yoga studio from my fave teacher.
*Getting high fives when I followed up the compliment with sharing my weight loss story, 'cause I'm an attention whore.
*Realizing I'm going to have to buy another pair of jeans soon.
*Being complimented on my "beautiful smile" by the lunch delivery guy at work today.
*Doing a MOTHERFUCKING HEADSTAND at home. Yeah. With my legs straight and EVERYTHING. Goal, check!

Marilyn Monroe, 1953

Plotting Progression

Target

Literati

Yoga

CHECK!

Grocery Store

FAIL!

But I'm okay with the fail. Three out of four is not bad, considering I spent the morning totally incapacitated with the worst cramps of my entire life. I am not even exaggerating, believe me, I know I am one for hyperbole but I have never had the kind of intense ladypain I experienced this morning. I got physically ill. Methinks it's time for a ladydoctor visit.

TMI? I DON'T CARE.

Way Too TMI Post

Please do not click through if:

a) You are squeamish.

b) You want to see me in a professional capacity, have me on a pedestal, think I'm remotely classy, mature, refined, or demure, or just don't want to know anything too personal about me and my bidness.

c) Are remotely attracted to me or ever want to fuck me.

Thanks.