Periods. They Matter, Apparently.

Stats:

Height 5"4'
Weight 149.0 (+2.4)

BMI 25.6 (+.4, Overweight)
Dress Size: 10/12

Bust  33 in

Waist 32 in (+1)

Hips 39 in (+1)

Well... I knew it would be a bad week because we had four, count 'em, FOUR parties/events to attend.  Also I had a birthday too.  No cake, but I do know I made up for it with many other vices.  I still kept to exercising.  Every single day I *started* counting calories, but by dinnertime when it became obvious I would go over I just kind of gave up.

Sunday mornings are my weigh ins, and of course I weighed in to discover I had just gone up all around.  But even after the sobering fact I still couldn't find the strength to fight the appetite I suddenly had that could easily rival somene doing bath salts.  Seriously I wanted to eat anything that didn't eat me first... and it wasn't over depression or upset about my weight gain.  It was just there.  What I was really just dying for all day was American cheese and chocolate.  It made no sense... it was like being pregnant all over again.  I also shamefully spent the majority of Father's Day screaming like an old harpy at my husband simply because he was just... annoying!  And then Sunday evening... bam!  Aunt Flo shows up for a visit.  Oh...

I always read on weight loss blogs about periods coming along to muck up the usual progress and I always thought to myself, "Do they really matter that much?"  Yes.  They do.  And not just because it really could be water weight gain putting that extra inch on the hips and waist.  I mean... come on... American cheese and chocolate?

Since I've had my tubes tied I've stopped keeping track of Flo's visits.  Well, I'm going to have to start again so that I know what I will be dealing with.