I took to my bed Sunday. Something was off. I was tired, tearful, and cranky. Plus, I had no appetite. I'd asked Gary to start making more vegetables, and to Gary that means "I want to eat nothing but vegetables from now on."
Over the weekend I had a veggie-heavy homemade lo mein, then a salad with a dusting of feta, so when Gary suggested he make green beans and asparagus for dinner I just sighed and rolled over in my bed, clutching my belly.
He then brought me a tiny chocolate bunny and I ate it in one bite.
Even so, I didn't figure out what was wrong with me until I headed to the grocery store, ostensibly to BUY MORE DAMN TAMPONS, and I considered what I might buy to perk up my appetite. Soup? Meh.* Pizza? Nothing appealed. And then ... Pretzels? Cheetos? Cheese Corn WITH SALT AND CHOCOLATE! That's what's wrong! I had not adjusted to Period Eating.
I couldn't find Pretzel Flipz, my go-to menstrual snack, but I did scrape together enough chocolate and sodium to make me feel like living again.