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Ok, I should have seen this coming. I woke up two days ago with a big, bright red ZIT right between my eyes. And I’m not one to brag, but my clear skin is one of the things people have always complemented me on, so having that thing right there on full display is my skin’s version of a crisis.  Should have known something was up.  But I just figured, oh well, I get like 4 zits a year, I’m not gonna make a big deal about it.

Then yesterday, I TOTALLY BLEW IT with my no-binge goal.  Didn’t mean to.  At first, it was just the cookies. I wanted a couple of cookies and milk. It was ok, it totally fit into my calories for the day.  Then my husband decided to get pizza for supper.  So I had one slice. That’s what I told myself: just one slice; it’s thin crust, no big deal.  Then that salty pizza totally kicked my cookie craving back into high gear. I was like ok, one slice of pizza, one cookie for desert.  Then eating that cookie turned into two, then I wanted one more slice of salty pizza…. and it turned into one of my classic sweet/salty binges.  I must have had 500 calories or more worth of cookies alone, and that’s not including the milk. Pizza, who freaking knows??!  So I know I totally blew it.  Didn’t even make it two weeks. 

Then I woke up this morning, completely had to DRAG my own ass out of the bed, and spent all morning bitching at my husband because he “never” helps me around the house. I even said something along the lines of “I quit. The job of family slave SUCKS and I’m not doing it anymore.”  (????)  Now, normally I LOVE taking care of my family. They’re GREAT, I LOVE them, I want to make them happy; I LOVE having a clean house and happy kids, makes me feel proud as a mom.  ( I know, that might sound really backwoods, barefoot-and-pregnant to all the career women out there, but hey, that’s me!)  So I basically just went off on a tirade that wasn’t even “me”.  For probably the better part of an hour.  Of course, my husband fueled it with his ignorant comments. All he had to do was that “listen with one ear” thing he usually does, and mmmm hmmmm me, maybe even offer an insincere apology and promise (lie) to do better.  But INSTEAD he tells me that he can’t stand that crap women pull, about how they have it so hard cleaning the house and taking care of kids, why don’t I try for one day to do his job, blah blah blah….  So of course, that pissed me off for real. No voices were raised (the kids were asleep, after all) but still, I went off on him.

All for what??  A huge zit, a sweet/salty binge, and huge fight over nothing = PMS.    And to top it off, I just realized my boobs are sore!  AUGGGGHHH!!

I know one thing, he better not try to touch them THIS Week!