By AMY STOCKWELL
Dear My Body –
We’ve been together for a while, so I figured that it’s time that we had a talk.
Our life together has been pretty good, hasn’t it?
I take you out for dinner. I take you for walks. I buy you pretty things.
And yet, there is that one issue between us that just won’t go away.
You see, once a month, you seem to hate my guts.
You begin by banging on my abdomen a march of imminent doom. You make my belly poke out (more than usual) and give it a very unfriendly stabbing.
Not content with owning my lower body, you invade my brain. You squeeze my temples and poke out my eyes. You have encouraged some kind of evil conspiracy between my head and my stomach that means that for every throb of my head, my tummy takes a spin.
You invite in a hideous rage that can be triggered at any time by the entirely inconsiderate nature of public transport, the unreasonable expectation that I might need to queue for something, or the temerity of someone who is rude enough to look at me.
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What I don't get - I'll have to ask God this when I die - is why everything has to go loopy all at once! Why do I have to be SO emotional and SO sore at the same time. If I was my normal mental and emotional state, I could probably easily soldier on with life even with the breast tenderness, back pain and cramps. But when I FEEL so emotional, all I literally do is complain about it all - the pain, my life, the world, bad coffee, anything really. It's pathetic!
I do know that it's all due to a monumental shift in the hormones in my body, I just don't like the monumental side effects. Can't we just have been dealt with sore back sore boobs and left it at that?
I get all kinds of crazy emotional mood swings about 4 days before I'm due for my periods! I HATE IT!
I've always thought about getting on a Women's Multi - or maybe this Women's Balance might help .... giving it some serious thought ...