pms (men need not read on, really.)
so yesterday, i tried on this skirt that, um, last winter was too big on me, and i could barely squeeze it over my butt. i attribute this to two things. one, my muscles were still swollen from the boot camp class i took on thursday. and two, the pre-menstrual bloat. okay and if we're being honest, i'm not running as much as i used to. which means, i'm not a slave to it. which means i've lost some of the tone i once had. which is why i'm taking the bootcamp class and anyway, see what i mean?
then, last night, at the plaza art fair. otherwise known as my most favorite thing to do in kansas city all year, i may have said that i didn't like an artist's work too loudly. within earshot of the artist. and when B got on me about it, i started crying. CRYING...in public. for a stupid reason.
today i've been in a funk. my head hurts. i feel swollen and crabby and anyway, this is bad to say, but sometimes i look forward to menapause. i mean, i know that sucks, too. but i'm not sure gaining up to five pounds in water weight every month, along with the whole being harder to be around thing, is really worth it.