This morning I weighed a disappointing 205.4 pounds. The only reason I'm not any more than disappointed is I think it will go back down. I take an anti-inflammatory for asundry reproductive organ issues about 24 - 48 hours before I start my period and strive to get a good dosage coursing through my veins by the time the pain hits. It bloats me so much I can feel it in my eyes, hands and feet. Worse yet to my psyche, I can see it in the mirror. My face fills up like a gourd. My skin tightens. It's pretty traumatic.
The weight gain normally amounts to five to seven pounds. I try to keep it in perspective when I get on the scale and see it creeping up in the days and hours before it gets here, but it's tough every time. This time, with school and the stress of other family issues looming over my head, it was especially rough on my ego to see the 205.4 flash below me. I've kept a constant glass of water by side and ate fresh ice cold watermelon today that was really a nice treat.
It will pass and I will soon be back to my self again. Feeling strong of mind, body and spirit, but for now it's a battle not to just curl up in the fetal position under the covers.
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