I’ve been feeling sort of crappy and moody the past couple of days and I finally realized today what the problem is: PMS! This would be obvious to most women, but I haven’t had a period since February 2013 because of chemo and then my IUD, so whenever this happens I’m always like, “Oooooooooohhhhhh right.”
I probably should have titled this post: TMI Alert!
That may also explain why I have felt like a hideous troll beast for the last few days.
On Tuesday nights I work out with my personal trainer after work, and I was really dreading it today, like couldn’t even begin to fathom how the fuck I was going to exercise tonight. But then I got there and got my pump on and now I feel way better, both physically and emotionally. Also, I am super excited and proud of myself because I bench pressed for the first time tonight, even though it was crazy hard (I have the weakest upper body ever especially now post-mastectomy).
I ate so much pecan pie this last week, which is probably part of the reason why I feel so blah, but it’s also meant I’ve been singing the following all week, “Just a piece of pecan pie and you that’s all I want. Just a piece of pecan pie and all I want is you.”
D’s parents continue to be a complete disappointment, but that’s a story for another time.
I have a confession to make: I don’t like Gilmore Girls. I have tried so hard and I just don’t like it. I don’t get it, like what’s the point or whatever? Well actually I know the point is the mother and daughter’s relationship with each other, but like nothing ever actually happens and I just get really bored. I feel like the anti-woman for not liking this show, like I feel actual guilt/shame. Haha. Please don’t revoke my vagina.
I have a feeling this is going to be one of those posts that I read in the morning and think to myself, “Oh my god, Jenn. What the fuck?”