It is really, REALLY stupid to try and give up smoking AND soda AND any food that may be fattening on the same week that your *ahem* 'hormonal cycle' does it's thing.
Really, it is.
I have never felt more weepy/worthless/jittery/cranky/frustrated/angry/tired in my life. At least, if I did I have since blocked it from my memory.
I am hanging on, though. Mr. Barefoot is ready to leave me, and the kids run in fear whenever I peek my little nose out of the bedroom, but I am hanging on.
Maybe I will take up boozing to replace all the rest of my addictions, huh? *eyebrow waggle* At least then I wouldn't be fussing over this nasty crud I keep coughing up....