The Ride

PMS should stand for, painful, mental, suffering. 

For those of you that are unaware, pms symptoms hit me like a hurricane, I want to cry, scream and stuff my mouth with burgers, fries and cheesecake all at the same time! Tonight, the hurricane visited with it's usual force and with a weigh in tomorrow morning, it did not look good. 

I left the house, wiping tears from my eyes, telling Bruce that I was off to get a double quarter pounder with fries and a  full size cheesecake and then once I started to drive, I knew I had to make a weight watchers 911 call to my mom. She gave words of understanding, empathy but most of all reminding me how it felt when I was heavier and how miserable I was. The conversation was short, and at the end I was still heading out to McDonald's, BUT before I was going to stop, I went to Pet Smart to look for kitties. I have been wanting a cat and I found the perfect one he was so sweet and laid contently in my lap purring, as I was about to adopt him, I remembered my trip to Rehobeth Beach next week and knew that I couldn't today. Then I headed to a favorite store and loaded the cart with  home decorating goodies, it was then my phone rang and my mom was calling again to check on me, seeing where I was in the middle of this emotional hurricane. She stated that she was proud of me and how I was working so hard at being a good steward with my money, I looked at my full cart and knew what I had to do. As I walked out of the store, empty handed, I was just feeling the strength to overcome my desire for McDonald's when my phone rang again, this time it was Bruce saying he really wanted a burger - OH NO, I thought, I don't think I can resist this temptation driving through McDonalds and not giving in to this longing. I was in the drive through and ordered Bruce his Angus, bacon burger and my stomach started to feel full and very bloaty, so I didn't order me anything but a small fry and headed home avoiding any store that sold cheesecake. On the way home I opened the bag and started to nosh on some fries and they didn't even taste good, I actually found myself thing of my fresh fruit that I had at home - crazy, huh????  I would say some divine intervention hit my hurricane and although I still feel yucky to the max, I am proud of myself and so thankful that the God I serve even cares about things like this AND for giving me the BEST MOM EVER!!!!!!