I. Hate. It.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
When I was a teen, that "time of the month" was a misnomer. I'd go months in-between periods, and that was okay! When I got married, I went on birth control pills and then I did get the monthly visit from Flo. I wasn't sure if my irregular cycles were going to make getting pregnant difficult, but after a year or so of marriage, I stopped the pill and we let nature take her course. I went back to irregularity, which was a little more complicated now that I "could" be pregnant. I never was. We did end up needing a little help and eventually had our first baby. After our fifth child, I had an IUD inserted. With that, my TOM time has been pretty regular these past several years. Now I know that so many women have killer cramps or major PMS, so I should count myself lucky that I have it pretty mild. Still ... I HATE that time of the month.
I. Hate. It.
I. Hate. It.
Last Friday, I was a little frustrated when I got an early, surprise visit. Seriously. It's only been a little over two weeks since I dealt with this last. And it came on fast ... let's just say I'm happy I was at home jogging on my treadmill, not at the gym. It's almost a week later and it's still going. Usually it's just a 3-4 day thing. I'm done ... but it's not. And cravings? Not normally something I notice, but I'm just wanting to eat all the things today.
Just a very off day today. I didn't get in my morning elliptical. I was just about to start when the power went out. Now, the elliptical doesn't plug in, so I could have gotten it in still (without my show to entertain me) but I spent that time rounding up flashlights and prepping lunches in the dark. I still went to Zumba, but it was really off today too. I could not get my heart rate up at all ... my PolarHRM credited me 211 calories for an hour of Zumba (Fitbit said 369, 6650 steps). I know I wasn't as into it (not my favorite songs/instructors, some kids running around like crazy) but still. Gotta try and shake it off. A lot of it is TOM's fault ...
This period has totally brought me down this week. I think I mentally brace myself for it, and as it was so early, I wasn't in the mindframe to deal with it. Who knows, there was some other stuff going on too, but I like to blame TOM. I'm getting older ... sometime in the near future I may not need to worry about TOM anymore. I won't miss it at all.
It is Thursday, and Thursday's are for Thinking Out Loud.
Perhaps I shouldn't think TOO loudly though.
It's TOM's fault.