The TOM that ate the world

You'd think that after, oh I don't know, 17 years of full-fledged womanhood, however irregular, I'd know that my body likes to place PMS TWO weeks before TOM, not one. And yet, I fall for it every time. "Hmm...I'm feeling normal again. I guess I'm skipping a month. Hey, maybe I'm pregnant!" 4 days later: "Oh, wait--no, I'm not. Crap."

And this one's bad. Heavy, crampy...which is weird, because it actually came pretty much on schedule. What's with the bloaty, crabby crampiness? Despite all the stuff I have to get done today, all I can think about is how damned uncomfortable I am. Sigh. I'm glad that my body's finally giving me two months in a row, but it almost makes me wish that I would go back to once or twice a year again.

And this concludes the TMI portion of our program. :)

I didn't update with workout stats last night because Noah was on the computer most of the evening. He's discovered some multi-player game that he and his friends play online, so he spends the night on the phone with one friend or another, playing the same game. "Are you in the castle? I don't see you. Oh, okay. Go to the trophy room. No, the trophy room. Okay, I see you. Did you get the [complicated name of weapon]? Here, I'll trade you for the [indecipherable made-up tool]."

And so on. For hours. At first, I was glad he was keeping in touch with his friends from the old neighborhood, but it's getting a little ridiculous. We're about to start enforcing computer time rules so we can get out of the house on time in the mornings, I can use my own machine every once in a while, and he can get re-acquainted with a thing I like to call "actual human contact". (This from the mom who avoids face-to-face conversations as much as possible.)

At any rate, I've still got Friday's and Saturday's stats written down somewhere and yesterday's are still on the HRM, which I left in the car. The next post is stats, I promise...at the very least, the ones I can retrieve from the parking lot.

Entering my food from yesterday into fitday was a little scary. Nearly 2500 calories, people. I don't know what I was thinking...mostly, I wasn't. I was home grazing most of the day, then I went to the gym and brought home takeout. I don't do very well at all without structure and routine, as it turns out. Again.

Today, it's going better. Everything's planned out...food, workouts, down to the last morsel and movement. The long walk's going to depend on the heat in the evening, but I think it'll be fine. If all goes according to plan, I'll have just over 1700 calories for the day. If I can keep that up till Friday, I might actually see a loss this week! A girl can dream...