PMS sucks. Seriously sucks.
Let's just glaze over the fact that I've had to get samples of prescription strength anti-cramp/anti-back pain/ anti-raging b***h medicine from our sample closet at work. I'm sure our nurses are tired of hearing me complain, because Tuesday the first box showed up on my desk. Then I complained again, and I was thrown a key to the closet*. Five boxes later (hey, the initial dose is two pills, with one ever six hours thereafter, and there are only two pills in each sample box -- don't judge), I'm finally feeling better. Now I just have those PMS cravings.
Unlike most people, I don't crave chocolate. I want carbs. Carbs and butter.
Case in point: right now I am enjoying sweet corn muffins slathered in butter. And I'm pretty sure I've never tasted anything so amazingly perfect in my life.
I'm pretty certain Jillian Michaels didn't have this kind of diet in mind to accompany her 30 Day Shred.
*Yes, our sample closet is locked. We have psycho patients. Like, some are accompanied to their OB appointments by a guard and in cuffs. Have you seen I'm Pregnant And...? That's our waiting room some days.