Not for the Sensitive...

I feel a lot like I stood up a hot date last night. Yesterday was day 100 and I didn't post a blog. After everything that TWTC has meant for me and done for me, I stood it up on our 100th anniversary. I debated whether or not to write about why I didn't post but in the end I think that my reason has a lot to do with why I have usually failed in keeping to a fitness routine.

So what is this elusive reason you ask? Before I tell you, I want to warn you. What I am about to disclose is not something that people openly talk about often because it is uncomfortable. So if you're the kind of person that is generally against over sharing I suggest that, instead of reading Trouble with the Curvy tonight, you go watch yourself some funny cat videos. And just to show that there are no hard feelings I have even selected a few of my favorite cat videos for you.

For those of you brave enough to stick around it's time I just come out with it. A visit from Aunt Flo, Shark Week, The Red Skeleton, On the Rag, Riding the Crimson Wave, "That" time of the month, The red tears of a disappointed uterus or whatever you want to call it was the reason that,  last night I didn't post. I was a moody, irritable, premenstrual mess.  I couldn't find an uplifting sentiment or rational bone in my body. A hot mess is an understatement.

I think this is what I look like during "Shark Week"

This happens about once per month... well Ben might say more often but I can say with utter assurance that it happens once per month. Most of the time I am a cool, calm, collected individual with a fairly sunny outlook on life. But when that "Shark Week" cloud rolls in out of nowhere all hell breaks loose in my otherwise sane head. A woman's period has the power to morph her into a raging beast. When this happens to me, I have been known to let it bring me down for up to a couple days. It downright sucks. I feel like my body has been taken hostage by Crazy Katie. My eyes bug out and I can't keep my temper no matter how irrational and petulant I know I am being.  I genuine felt like having an all out temper tantrum on par with the 5 year old that doesn't get her way. It doesn't matter how big or small the frustration is to begin with, when I'm done with it, Chernobyl is paradise in comparison.

In the past, when this happened, I would turn to food. I'd eat something that would make me feel like I was appeasing myself and then I would regret it later. With plenty of birthday cake still left in the fridge, last night was dangerous. I'm happy to say that I didn't cave. I needed a night to sulk but I sulked over an orange instead of over cake.

This morning when I was in a more clear state of mind I realized that day 100 was actually a breakthrough. I've been so much happier over the past 100 days and these bouts of crazy have been confined to a minimum. They will never go away I realized because I'm a roaring woman but I think having an active lifestyle really does help manage the mood swings that come with having a Va-jayjay.

So there it is. Women have it tough with the whole monthly bleeding thing and then when you add self image, lack of time, bloating, acne, and stress, it seems only reasonable that meltdowns are bound to occur. Thanks to all the men that put up with us with grace and a hearty middle finger to the men that can't seem to find the courage to just get the hell out our way when the tornado... or Sharknado rather.... blows through. And to the ladies, don't be too hard on yourself. You're not crazy... well some of you may be in fact crazy.... but once per month it really isn't your fault. Blame it on biology.

<3 Katie
Day 100
196 lbs!
Not feeling like I need to rip anyone's face off tonight... score!