I woke up this morning feeling fat. You know when you can just feel it, in every icky last ounce of yourself? Nothing's changed, I know. There's no reason I would be any fatter now than I was twelve hours ago. I'm gonna blame my period, which (A) makes me bloated as hell and (B) messes with my brain and emotions. Oh and I'm also gonna blame the fact that I'm shaking off a foot injury which has kept me from running the past several days. And if anyone wants to try claiming "fat is not a feeling," I'd like to reiterate: YES IT IS. And how 'bout ya just keep your mouth shut and just thank God quietly because you've clearly never felt fat before. Consider yourself #blessed.
Other evidence this is period-related: I got an intense craving for BEEF yesterday. Seriously. I was reading an article about the drought in California and how certain foods take tons of water to produce—specifically almonds, broccoli, (both of which I eat regularly....oops...sorry Mother Nature) and beef—and just the sight of the word beef literally made my mouth water. All I had with me was a Clif bar which was totally not gonna cut it. Maybe I need to up my iron intake... Ugh but meat is SO EXPENSIVE and I am poor, and thus I ate eggs again for dinner and my beef craving is as vicious as ever today. There is a chance I'll be stopping off for a package of hamburgers on my way home tonight.
Anyways. Let's hope this fat feeling dissipates soon. I've got a couple boring weeks left before my vacation adventure. My short-term solution involves baggy pants, substituting running for hard biking, lots of Netflix and other distractions, guzzling water (it makes me feel better, I don't know why), and podcast-listening rather than brooding or calorie-recounting. Anyone else following Undisclosed, the legalese-heavy follow-up to Serial? Not quite as intoxicating, but still fascinating.
All righty, keep fighting the good fight everyone. Take care.