I caved last night to the memopausal PMS and ate Dove dark chocolate. And a slice of pizza. And a few handfuls of goldfish crackers.
It came down to a choice between the food or strangling my offspring and skewering my Husband with a very large umbrella. Seriously.
*sigh* Is it just me or has menopause made the PMS worse? During the that dreadful week before, I feel like slapping random strangers just because they say hello. I could cheerfully eviscerate my family and consider the jail time worth it! *more sighs*
My splurge put a serious dent in my WW Weekly Point Stash. I have to get out and start my running program during my lunch hour today to make up for the indulgence.
Keeping the Faith 