Guest guest Posted November 16, 2003 Report Share Posted November 16, 2003 Well, now I know why I ate a gallon of pickles, felt like scarfing continuosly, gained 7 pounds and was out of sorts. A good old fashioned case of PMS. Ha! It's the pits getting older. I can't predict like I used to when I was younger and ticking like a clock. You ladies know what I mean (and maybe some men). Still, I feel weepy and I know depression, albeit temporary, will take me to lethargy and eating crappola. I'm supposed to go to a potluck today, but I think I'll skip it. All I need is a rack of BBQ ribs! Ugh! Makes me want to hurl just thinking of it, but that won't stop me from throwing it down my gullet in the state I'm in! I guess I'll just keep myself out of the house today. After this I'll go to the gym, although I have yet to figure out how to sleep while walking the treadmill. Then I'll pick up my girl from her slumber party and go Christmas shopping with her. Then to an afternoon support group meeting. Then I'll wrap the presents I bought...yada yada yada. Whatever it takes to keep me out of my head and out of the frig. A side note...I get so many compliments now on how " thin " I am because people knew me as being severely obese. But it's all relative. I'm still 214, a big person; fat in most circles. Will I go back to being a fat person when we move to Texas? I certainly won't be getting the constant fuzzies from people. Hmmmm. Vicki A. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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