Week three woes

2003-03-04 - 2:34 p.m.

Week 3 is the worst for me. It's the week when I have the least control, where my moods are most volatile, when my cravings are difficult to control. I just went downstairs to the vending machine (which I've only done twice before this semester, and I think about 6 times since I've started at Tech) and bought a pack of mini donuts. You can't get much worse than the pack of mini donuts. It's 8 points for those 6 little buggers! Well, I only ate 2 of them, and I gave the rest to Ross. Luckily, Ross will almost always eat the sweet, sticky food that I don't want to tempt me.

Most women hate week 4 the most. To me, that's just an inconvenience and discomfort. It's really just not that big a deal. I actually have tremendous control during that week. It's probably because I know if I eat my fruits and veggies and drink my water, everything will feel better and I won't hurt as much.

But there's no physical sensation linked with week 3 to try to appease. It's all emotional, all mental. All bad. And every month, like clock work, it's a struggle to make it through. It's practically torture on my system, luckily it only lasts 7 days. It just sucks that 25% of my life has to be spent that way....