I wasn’t going to do it. But, blogging is good therapy and I NEED to blog. PMS or not, I must feed my addiction in a shameless ploy to gain attention and/or sympathy.
Ok, first off – suffering from PMS on date night never ends well. It simply never does. When will I learn? It’s always that bad. ALWAYS. I tried to be normal. I really, really did. Poor Michael. I really do not deserve this man.
On top of all of this, Wednesday’s workout was another lame 4 miles – not 6 or 7 like scheduled. I swam a few laps and gave up for fear of drowning. I left a lot of snot in that pool. Swimming sucks rocks. Why I convince myself that I can swim is beyond any reasonable comprehension. My nutrition also sucks. I’ve cut my workouts short. I’ve gained 1.2 lbs. All of these things suck!!!
If all of that wasn’t bad enough, I overslept this morning. I didn’t get up until 5:45 AM. My alarm clock was in my workout bag and I didn’t hear it go off. So no boot camp this morning. Speaking of which, our financial advisor says one gym membership has to go – so this is my last month at the Y. That means no more buttcamp. The F.A. does not understand my desire to remain bootylicious. There goes my Tuesday morning posting material.
Sucking in general doesn’t suck, but this is just one suck too many.
I need wine. I need chocolate.
Do you feel my pain?!?!