Well it WAS going to be that kind of post, but...I got nothing...nothing that I can even fake right now.
I am so overwhelmed with frustration right now that I am about to go to the HUMMER to hide and cry.
I feel like I deserve more credit...
I feel like I can no longer teach certain individuals to understand things that I understand...
I feel like I am losing my grip on reality and my perspective of having the best "certain" things in the world...
I feel like crying...
And no, it's not due to the amount of calories I ate yesterday or my fear to post them or how even when I put my whole heart into cooking last night, and even though it was "the best roast I have ever made" it was still a little chewy, tough and the salad was "different" - it is not from the 10 other things that I should be frustrated about.
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I'm trying to hold it together...
Dear Universe,
Please let my reactions to my frustrations be an early sign of PMS.
Thank you.
I will post my food/calorie intake later...after work.
Okay, so below is a screenshot of my calories from yesterday and something just doesn't seem right! I had another salad last night so +50 more calories and well...that's is it! I figured my caloric intake would verge over the 3,000 mark (I don't know why...), so I am pleasantly surprised!
I know that I didn't fill in the categories correctly - breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner - but I really don't care enough to go back and change it right now...
I did good! Yay! I stayed under 1,500 calories, but I will probably need my cholesterol checked! lol.
Oh Kahla... You are so not alone honey. As a woman, we deal with an array of emotions, hormones, chemical changes, etc., etc. It is what makes us amazing, confused, confusing, loving, angry wonderful and sometimes awful. I have spent 5 hours experimenting to make what I thought would be an wonderful meal and had it turn out not so wonderful. Then spend one hour making a hurried meal that turned out wonderful. I pick myself apart one day and nothing is good enough or right enough, pray that it's "an early sign of pms" or ovulating for that matter. Then a day or so passes and I feel like I could conquer my own world and then help with my neighbors too. Just know that in your own confusing, beautiful, angry, lustful, loving, nurturing and now and then screaming way... You my dear are an awesome woman ;) It's always nice to read something that says to me, "hey, there's someone else who's just as crazy" :))
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