Being a woman.

First things first. I've been hitting up the gym this week, and even though I didn't have a food win this weekend, I'm back on track like nobody's business. I usually don't have any problem with getting back on track once I fall off the wagon for whatever reason. I'm starting to learn about myself though, and while I still struggle with stopping when I'm full, I know how I feel when I fuel my body with healthy food rather than processed fake food. That doesn't mean that it doesn't taste good though, I'm working on that.

In other areas, somedays I love being a woman. Case in point, two weeks ago, on my very last day of finals, I thought it would be fun to wear a dress.

And I felt great about it! I thought I looked cute and I felt confident. I love when you're having a good hair day or you feel particularly skinny one day. We have the different clothes to reflect how we're feeling, clothes to accentuate something, or hide something else. It's great.

Then woman have days like I had today. That time of the month, if you know what I mean. I felt bloated, stuffed, huge, and just genuinely awful.

Yesterday was a fat clothes kind of day. Bigger shirt, comfy pants, hair up. It was just one of those days. We're slammed at work, and that didn't make it any better. Luckily, I don't get any real PMS, but I still feel differently when that time comes rolling around.

It's awful how much it all affects you, and men have no clue! Every. Single. Month. Fighting your energy to do anything, fighting the random food cravings, and dealing with the random acne. Oh well, some day, hopefully, my body will be able to house and grow another human being, and that will be the miracle that is motherhood.

All it all, I do love being a woman, but that time of the month is a battle each and every month.

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What's your favorite thing about being a woman?

Or a man, but I think everyone who reads my blog is a woman.