Yep. It's true. I do. I hate my uterus. It is not my friend.
Despite the relief of its arrival after being more than three weeks late my period has fast earned my hatred. This weekend it left me curled in the fetal position having a sex and the city marathon. So pretty much didn't leave the couch. No cooking. Lots of easy snacking. So it wasn't the best weekend. The pain is still here and the internet is not. So I dragged my arse off the couch and made it to the library. However, the pain is really really bad so I am not sure how long I will stay here.
I did not weigh in today. I couldn't bring myself to drag my fat bloated period filled disgusting body onto the scales and see another negative number. I want to say I will increase good effort but with feeling this shitty I doubt good behaviour will follow. Did I mention I hate my uterus?
Still no internet at home. There's a guy coming to fix it tomorrow. BOOOOO.
Positives to focus on: I love where I live. Both the flat and the area. Uni is starting next week. My birthday is this coming Saturday.