I don't even want to admit what I've done. "Fine. I'm fine."
David's eyebrows raise.
I'm sitting on the sofa in our petite grande room. I have a Rusty Nail in one hand and cheap-ass Christmas romance collection in the other.
"I might have eaten bad things," I mumble.
"I HAD THREE RICE KRISPIE SQUARES BEFORE DINNER!" I eventually blurt.
David sighs. He shakes his head. "Oh, love..." He knows. He knows that it's been a rough week.
Day 5 of my period - I'm having record-breaking blood flow. Sweet merciful Gaia how much blood can a woman lose? David has been handing me random glasses of water all week to keep me hydrated. And my food cravings? They are through the roof, hence the three Rice Krispie squares before dinner, and the empty bowl that had contained chocolate chips and Skor bits in it beside me, and the Rusty Nail in my hand.
During the night, I suffer. I suffer miserably from night sweats. Because why? Because of all the sugar and alcohol running through my body. Usually I avoid it. Not all of it because that would be bananas, but most of it. I have no caffeine, I limit myself to one drink, I avoid overly sugary foods...
As I flap the blankets around me, it's revelatory. THIS. This is how to begin living healthfully... Not because it's good for you, but to avoid the worse stuff. I love caramel, I love enjoying more than one of anything in life, but now that there are ramifications... ramifications that affect my sleep... I gotta change my ways. Surely to God there are better things out there than a caramel and alcohol! Things that won't make me feel ill and won't give me hot flashes...
Sex! I CAN HAVE LOTS AND LOTS OF SEX!!! That will give me an endorphin rush AND it will HELP ME SLEEP!!! How is that for solving things the natural way? I am a freaking genius.
"David, come here..."