I’ve been a bad girl this last week and a half. PMS left me emotionally numb, yet wanting to jump in front of a bus. I gorged out on bad foods, and even had Krispy Kreme for the first time in years. I hate chips, drank soft drink, and even a few cans of energy drink. I ate Maccas (McDonalds) and Oportos, chocolate and lollies.
Conclusion: it was a bad menstrual cycle.
Having spoken to my naturopath/nutritionist today, apparently there are two new tablets that specialises in balancing the hormones. I’m currently on Polyfem, which was great as it meant I didn’t have nearly as much pain as I normally do, but it did nothing for the mental aspect of the “monthly.” She’s going to get the specifics, as each tablet focuses on something different, and she’ll get back to me. In the mean time I’m on a different tablet as I’m out of Resist-X to bring down my insulin, and they’re out as well.
I haven’t been on the gym properly in almost two weeks. At first I was giving my body a rest as the muscles began to hurt very early into my routine. Then my period came, and as I refuse to use tampons, it can get a bit awkward when the flow is heavy and you’re trying to do leg pushes and keep the pad in a decent position.
Why no tampons? I’ve always found them uncomfortable (I know, you have to get used to them / you’re not inserting it properly) but to be quite frank the idea of inserting a condensed bit of cotton wool freaks me out. And they come with a warning on the instruction pamphlet. And they come with instructions! No thank-you. Yes, it can be a messy alternative, but I’d rather just let it flow naturally. On the plus side, since my thighs are shrinking, it’s not as messy as it once was. Because my thighs are big, they used to sit against “that area” while on the toilet and cop a feel. Now they don’t, so it’s a lot cleaner process for me.
Ahh yes, I should’ve warned you all from the get-go that this will be a ‘too much information’ post. Whoops! I don’t cringe at these conversations like some, I’m not scared to talk about something that is quite natural, and I don’t see why it’s taboo in some societies.
Now I’m owning my actions in my naughty eating, and will get back on the bandwagon. Tomorrow. This afternoon, I’m seeing a dentist for the first time in five or six years, and am comfort eating. It’s not that I don’t like dentists as having braces meant I was a regular, but it’s not MY dentist. MY dentist is in the town I grew up in, 1000km away, wearing his usual Hawaiian shirt with his wonderful Scottish accent. I’m letting someone new put their hands in my mouth…but it’s got to be done. I’ve put off having this particular tooth checked for four years now, and I’m sick of chugging down the panadol. Either fix it, or rip it out, either way I just want the pain to stop!
Depending on what they say, and when the appointment can be made, I’ll also be seeing my GP tomorrow afternoon (hopefully) and getting bloods taken Friday morning. It’s time to see how the insulin levels are, how the thyroid levels are, and what else I may need to be doing.
And now, I should get back to work. Which is pointless, as I’m leaving in 90 minutes for the dentist, and I haven’t any work to go on with.