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.
Dammit.
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Aw, Hun, hormones suck and lady hormones suck even more.
On the bright side? The bread was absolutely WONDERFUL! We consumed an entire loaf covered with butter straight out of the oven, while standing over the cooling rack.
Yeah they do, TN... bleah!! I am so ready for all this to *pause* already. Just DONE.
And yes dear, the bread was wonderful, much to my calorie count's sorrow. On the plus side, at least I didn't need dinner?
Sometimes I feel like that - like the last 20 will never be gone but we have to keep trying!
I'm glad I'm not the only one Draz... and yes, we have to keep trying. I think I'm just having a bit of a meltdown.
The bloat-from-hell is SO not helping. Ah well.
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