what is it about one's period that makes one dislike everything about one's body?
I mean, I know what 'it' is, but it seems to be on those few days before, I can't hold my balance for yoga (so graceful), retaining 5 to 47 lbs of H2O (stupid hydration) and I spend a good two hours in the kitchen staring at open cabinet willing it to be full of good stuff (when did I buy canned olives and cream of tartar?) and so on - not in a stabby way, just a "uuuuuuuuuuggggh" way.
tried to bike to work today: chain blew,again, after an hour of fixing it yesterday. was pleased it was not the links I fixed before. he'll get a new chain today, will ride it home.
I will go for a light run at lunch to burn off the hormones (stupid hormones [shakes fist in the air]). Stupid biology, damn you, hormones.
Pretty sure I lost a mixing bowl in my house. Not really sure where or when but I feel like I'm missing one OR my brain is drunk on gonadotropin and imaged the phantom bowl. though, I could use a new uber mixing bowl for pancakes, the no-skid ones are nice but the silicon gets all funky in the dish washer.
did i turn on the dishwasher this morning?
where was I?
quinoa! - prepped a batch for morning porridge. batch of lentils tonight. I'm looking for more "batch" foods I can prep and keep in the fridge to avoid the "I could eat pancakes for dinner everyday!" scenario I believe may have put me in the position I am in today. Not the hormone position (I blame science for that), but the specimen of culinary diversity that is my figure.
on days like this, it's a brain swirl of thoughts, ideas, mental notes, shopping lists, to-do items, how many square feet of gravel dust do I need, these shoes make me really tall, when is the next Hobbit out, i really like garlic it's just the best, need more corn starch - all this flotsam and jetsam bandying around my brain.
challenge accepted, Biology, if that is your real name