Watch for Falling Rocks!

Okay...so I am having a complete and utter cave-in at the moment.
I've been pretty good all week.
Even though it's been hard.
And tiring.
And I've been dealt a week with constant, daily headaches and backaches.
And yet, I persevered.

Until tonight.
I'm making a bad choice.
But at least I'm owning it.

I just ordered pizza.
Of the meat-loving persuasion.
And I'm going to eat it.
With a breadstick.
Or two.
And drown my sorrows in marinara sauce.
And I'm going to be okay with it.
Because I'm feeling pretty down right now, and I want some comfort food.
So, damn it, I'm gonna have it.

I used to think I was depressed, when I was growing up.
I'd have these awful mood swings, and such severe depression where I sometimes thought life was just too hard to bother with struggling through.
I realize now,
that all those strong, overwhelming feelings and emotions --
the utter waterfall of despair, anger, feelings of worthlessness, pain, and even desire,
are none other than the awful byproduct of
PMS.

I don't know if other women go through this.
I can't imagine that I'm feeling this alone.
I mean, that's why men fear those three little letters more than any others, right?
Because women get so crazy.
So, I can't be all alone.
Surely other people out there lose their ability to control their emotions for two weeks out of every month, and ride the roller coaster of feeling absolutely elated one moment, and in total and absolute despair the next.

Hmmm...if it's not PMS, then I'm probably bipolar...and they have medication for that.  So that wouldn't be all that bad.
Maybe.

But they don't put anti-emotion medication in Pamprin, unfortunately.
So while I suffer through this,
at least I'm going to have a slice of cheesy goodness in my hand.