Hormone-fueled binge

Now that my body has begun to adjust to non-pregnancy and not breastfeeding, the pre-pregnancy hormones have come back with a vengeance. PMS is real, people, and it's worse than I remember it, though Webhamster may say it was always that bad. In the last twelve hours, I have consumed nearly a pint of ice cream and three donuts. The fact that Krispy Kreme now produces whole wheat glazed donuts didn't make me feel any better about it. I also cried for five solid minutes after seeing footage of a father pushing his partial quadriplegic adult son in a wheelchair, pulling him in a dinghy, and toting him on a bicycle in an Ironman competition. Yes, it's touching, but I didn't cry that long when I was three years old and was run over while playing underneath a work truck at our house.