For one week every month I am an uncontrollable eating machine. I will stuff anything and everything in my face. I generally crave sweets but to be honest during this one week a month cravings take on a whole new meaning and I turn into a food disposal. It is not odd for me to find myself staring into the cupboards or refrigerator desperately searching for anything that will not require cooking so I can quickly shove it right in my pie hole. It goes a little something like this:
Hmmm, now that I finished that chocolate chip bagel I think I’ll just go
take a little peek into the kitchen…no reason really…I…I just want to
take a quick look…really…just a quick look and maybe I’ll find some olives or some canned corn or a toaster waffle or cheese…oh, cheese 😉
The ladies reading this have probably figured out why this is and put 2 and 2 together without me even using the “H” word…you know hormones. Some women can gauge the coming of their monthly funfest because of their bloating, terrible moods, or tiredness but for me I just start to eat us out of house and home.
Lucky for me this month my seven(ish) day eat-a-thon happens to coincide with my first week of exercising. Don’t forget to wish me luck or something, or maybe we should be wishing Luke luck since he is the one in charge of waking me up!
