Just a little PMS-y in that last post. I am blessed with a lovely life, touch wood. But on day 28 or so it doesn't take much to put my nose out of joint. I wish I had a blinking yellow light on my forehead so that my husband would know that I am due for a turbo boost in hugs, kisses, and admiring remarks. I'm over the bump and on heavy doses of ibuprofen and iron so let's hope my next posts are more mellow.
Yesterday, properly stoked with hugs and assurances that NO I'm not getting ancient and YES I am still cute, I 5-factored. Today I hope to make Zumba though these first 2 days of TOM it really makes sense to retire to a comfortable yurt and eat muffins. Much as we would all like that, modern society doesn't allow for it. I planned my food out yesterday which always helps. Scale is up a pound but that's just the weight of my ravenous ego taking on reassurance (the real cause of TOM bloating).
On the subject of getting over myself, I ran into a yahoo article yesterday about a little girl that for one minute just about made me want to die of sadness. I had to go in and hug and kiss my sleeping little one, waking her up in the process. "I love you, mom," she said sleepily. So my new mental cue for getting over myself: Priorities, bonehead!