Yesterday was one of those days. Sadly, my search for a friend to meet me at the nearest Chili's for some margaritas, chips and salsa and what I might call a "bitch-about-life-session" turned up with no one able to go.
Not that I called anyone - I just looked through my phone and made up reasons why so-and-so wouldn't be able to go with me. Mostly, I didn't think I could emotionally handle being told no without taking it personally and landing in the pit of "Everybody hates me, nobody likes me, my life sucks!"
Oh man, being a woman is hard sometimes people.
I ended up eating with Todd and Tommy at a local restaurant - the two people in my life who can definitely not say no. I vented to him about my not-so-very-awful day that felt very awful because PMS just has a way of making a regular day with mild irritations seem like the world is ending.
After dinner we stopped for ice cream and I basically just ate the hot fudge out of my sundae and left the ice-cream, because hello. Chocolate.
The day ended with a semi-vigorous workout and I suddenly felt about 87 times better than I had before. I saw a quote recently that said, "A good mood is only a workout away." I found this to be true as I went to bed with a clearer head, a satisfied chocolate craving, and some much needed endorphins.
Apparently the cure for my horrible PMSish symptoms are a healthy dose of chocolately goodness followed by some exercise. After almost 19 years of being a "woman" I finally know what my body needs.
Seriously. Being a woman and being attacked by uncontrollable hormones morphs me into this crazy person sometimes.
Does anyone else have a cure for the crazy PMS monster?