P.M.S.

I suppose that I am fortunate because due to my {preferred} method of birth control - Mirena - I am most like a woman who has gone through "the change." Of course, I don't have the hot flashes, mood swings {wait...yes, I do} or the crazy hormonal thing going on...

If you haven't already guessed - and, yes, this may be TMI for some of you - I don't get the regular monthly visit from Aunt Flo. I haven't for the last five years. Are you jealous?? I'm sure you are.

BUT...and there's always a big but...the lack of Aunt Flo's visits have not done SHIT for my freakin' P.M.S. I guess I'm one of the unfortunate IUD users {or is it wearers?} who still gets a raging case of P.M.S. ever y month. Of course, in my case, P.M.S. does NOT stand for premenstrual syndrome. No, no...instead it stands for...

PASS MORE SNACKS!

I swear I have eaten nothing but trash for the last week. Trash, I tell ya! Cokes for breakfast isn't healthy. Neither are marshmallow cookies. I went to Trader Joe's with every intention on getting healthy stuff for lunch...I came back with a smorgasbord of crunchy, salty things. I've been binging on wine {but it IS a serving of fruit} and if I can put hot sauce on it, I will. I found the stash of Halloween candy today...it's terrible & sad all at the same time.

This is ridiculous.

I almost wish Aunt Flo would just visit so then maybe my glutton-like ways wouldn't seem as scandalous. OK, no, I really don't. But, seriously, somethings gotta give...besides my waistline.