I felt like I was moving through quicksand today. I couldnít get anything done at the office, and all I wanted to do was curl up in a little ball and sleep for a million years. I tried to take a power yoga class after work to wake me up, but it was more of a torturous hour of gentle stretching and heavy breathing. I left class feeling like I wanted to cry, and then came home and devoured all the chocolate I could find (which is no small amount because I always have a stash for emergencies). See this bag of chocolate and nuts? It used to be full, but I downed most of it in about, oh, ten minutes.
Why the heck do I feel this way? Am I depressed? Do I have a chemical imbalance? Am I doing something wrong with my life?
Oh wait, I forgotóIím not crazy, Iím just PMSing. And for all the men out there who think otherwise, itís not all in our headsóitís a real thing that god blessed us with once a month for about thirty years of our adult lives. Awesome.