
I absolutely hate PMS. The little voices start telling me things that are untrue and they want me to have a pity party. They say things like...
You are so fat.
You are so ugly.
You should feel sorry for your husband because he has to have an ugly fat grouchy wife.
He deserves better than you.
You are lazy.
This house is a mess and it's because you are a terrible housekeeper.
You should just eat junk...you'll never lose weight.
You are worthless...what did you do today?...oh wow you did laundry...someone give you a trophy!
The only friends you have are on the internet.
Everyone secretly feels sorry for you.
Everyone knows this diet will last for a few weeks and then you will give up.
You are so needy.
I hate feeling like this. I am normally a very upbeat person. At least it only lasts a couple days.
On the bright side...this is one of the only times I speak my mind...and where am I going on Sunday...DR. HUBBY"S FAMILY REUNION! mwhahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahha! Let the FUN begin!