My only strategies are to:
a) try to distract myself, which is tough because my hormones tend to follow me around,
b) let whatever vision of fooderific loveliness float through my brain and out the other side as I gnash my teeth in restraint, and
c) put myself in the bathtub and hope the craving dissipates before the water turns cold.
Reinhard, though infinitely wise and funny, is lacking the chromosome to lead me through this.
I love NoS, even though my goofy scale (which btw, I chose by putting 5 scales onto the floor at the store and picking the one that gave me the lowest number
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I know that every PMS day is a chance to learn how to deal with them, but I'd love to hear how you do it!
...6 weeks in, 6 weeks happier, 6 weeks more relaxed (present state not included)...