I need to keep better track of my TOM. But you know what? My Linda Blair Exorcist head spinning impersonations last week should have tipped me off to TOM's arrival.
I think blackberry sells an application that keeps track of your monthly cycle, and it looks like I may need to invest. My cycle brings with it this overwhelming urge to eat and eat and eat for no reason, and eating without knowing why takes a toll on my motivation and momentum. In my opinion, keeping better track of TOM's arrival may allow me to plan and prepare in order to keep my hormonal hunger at bay. Eating like a maniac makes me feel out-of-control, and I worry about old habits resurfacing.
I feel better now knowing that the Gordita, the Halloween candy, the fries I stole from my children, the decadent brownie (I sometimes daydream about), and all that other crap I inhaled resulted from my little friend. I hope TOM vamooses by my weigh in this Saturday, but I doubt it. My last weigh in revealed .8 separates me from losing 40 lbs, and TOM better not rain on my parade at this Saturday's weigh in.