Bread today. White. First loaf.
No, not a good sign diet-wise. Baking rarely is, for me. My hormones have gone around the bend. I'm somewhere between a week and a week-and-a-half late and bloated as hell; my cycles are ridiculously varied and even by their standards I'm behind. I'm crabby and emotional. I spent at least an hour last night in tears over the ills of the past few decades -- those committed by me and those committed against me -- like that does anyone any good at all.
Oh, and I'm fairly convinced I will NEVER lose this last fourteen to twenty pounds. Urrrgh.
Hopefully the bread at least turns out decently. I'm having an entitlement moment; I'm owed a good loaf of bread.
April 25th, 2017 Once Again
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