After the whole Wellbutrin fail and my first post IUD period right around the corner, (or uh, official one, since yeah, me and pantyliners are like THIS nowadays), I was pretty much willing to try anything to avoid yet another two weeks in asshole town.
And so I decided to cut out carbs, sugar, and booze.
I realize this sounds completely counterintuitive because really, after some tough times with my oldest daughter sending us back to therapy and Sandy Hook, the natural tendency for most humans is to eat and drink large amounts of unhealthy things.
Now I'm not following any sort of plan or anything that's named after a person or a city in Florida, I'm just eating a lot of protein and vegetables and steering clear of carbs, sugar and booze, which by all accounts was almost my entire diet.
The first few days were really hard.
But now it's just become a regular habit, because during what I'm pretty sure was PMS, I didn't yell once.
That's right. No irritability, or feeling exhausted, or wanting to cry myself into a corner.
Okay, that's not completely true. I was still weepy and a little anxious. But no yelling or gut screaming or any scaring of my children of any kind.
Basically, me. Back again. And even in some of my old pants!
(Of course, with my luck, any weight that I have lost has come straight off my boobs and not really anywhere else).
It's not like I don't have any emotion. And my kids still annoy me sometimes. But my ability to handle it has gotten increasingly better.
And by the way, if you're wondering, the first two days of the post-IUD period were, uh, interesting. But I'll be honest, it didn't last very long (which is typical for me anyway). So either I'm an anomaly, or that wasn't my real period.
But hey, who cares because I'm not an asshole!
And I can eat as much salami as a I want.
The refrigerator, lunchmeat kind, smart asses.