IT'S FUNNY ... BECAUSE IT'S TRUE.

Remember me? Well last week was a bitch ... and so was I. Here's a joke for you ... Why do they call PMS "PMS"? Because Mad Cow disease was taken. Ha! I thought it was funny when someone (a man) told me that joke ... because it's true! In my case anyway. Well PMS is no longer a joke in my world. It sucks the life out of me. My energy, my happiness, and my desire to socialize. If you are familiar with the Harry Potter series, there are these beasts called dementors. They guard the prison that holds evil wizards and witches. The dementors suck the happiness and soul out of a person and make them feel like they will never be happy again. That's what PMS is to me. It's a big deal when you get to be 40-ish. I've talked to other women around my age and we share the same horror stories ... very irritable, everything our significant others do drives us nuts, there's never enough bread or chocolate in the world, you puff up like the marshmallow and you want to cry every 15 minutes for no apparent reason. And it's like we can't control it! So imagine trying to stay focused on working out and eating clean when all you want to do is be left alone in a dark room with a pizza, a jar of peanut butter, and 5 of those family-sized fruit and nut bars.

It was a struggle this week. Yes I cheated (I had some chocolate and a butter tart). But I didn't go over board. But believe it or not ... working out saved me. In fact, on Monday I remember saying out loud in my final hour of work "I can't wait until I'm done so I can go to the gym." It's really the only thing that makes me feel better when I feel like crap. Even though it's sometimes hard getting to the gym or on that treadmill.