Being Honest: I Hate Myself When I Have PMT (PMS)

I know what you’re thinking, dramatic title right? But it’s true, I pretty much hate myself during PMT time which can be anything from 1 day (lucky) to 1 week or more (un-freaking-lucky) so I’m writing this from one honest mama to another because if you’re suffering too and hate yourself when it’s that time of the month, you’re not alone because I am too.

I personally feel PMT/PMS has gotten worse for me, after kids. The internet lied. It promised me the hardship of pregnancy and birth meant easier monthly periods. Or maybe that’s what I’d convinced myself pre-sprogs.

Whilst I suffer from the frustrating  fluctuating weight inducer PCOS all month round (joyous), PMT can be pretty debilitating with its confidence-knocking, self-hating ways.

It doesn’t just affect me either but those I love too. Soz Peter, you’ll have your usual wife back next week, promise.

…I’ve joked about needing Richard Branson to loan me his island for that s**** week but Richard, seriously, if you’re reading, PLEASE CALL ME or get your assistant to, yeah.

It’s not all doom and gloom though…

I’ve found some PMT alleviators in my time (well it’s only been 25 years in the red)…not cures it must be said (they ain’t cracked it yet but without them, life would undoubtedly be a whole lot worse) and new research is making me want to hotfoot it down to Holland & Barrett Usain Bolt style to pick up Vitamin B1 which helps to crack down on the emotional and physical symptoms of PMS (hi-fives all round).

B6 has scientific backing too helping with depression and anxiety and is a must-take for those suffering. I’ve found following a low GI diet which keeps blood sugar steady and limiting sugar helps with mood swings and pushing myself to exercise and taking time to chill out (yep, I know, not often poss with kids) and just being a bit kinder to my hormonal self does help which means when you feel complete S**** accept why, don’t blame yourself and understand your body and mind are working against you right now but the clouds will lift.

And right now that’s exactly how I feel. I’m writing this on a day I pretty much hate myself.

I feel massive (that will be the immense water weight gain then), ugly (hello painful spot under my lips my husband genuinely enquired whether I had something on my face as if it were a rogue piece of food (insert crying with laughter emoticon then a woman punching a man in the face symbol) and I feel like a complete failure in life. I forget anything good I’ve experienced or done EVER and focus on anything that will make me feel crap. Hello spot.

I know the clouds will slowly part and the sun will come out again, usually a few gloomy days after the initial ‘there’s no point to anything so let’s eat all the ice cream and not get out of bed’ and I’m OK again. Yes I still have days I doubt myself, show me a woman (or man) who doesn’t and I’ll show you a liar (whoa, harsh but true) but, on the whole, once the PMT passes, I’m a lot easier to live with.  A lot. Almost perfect, right Pete 😉

So there you have it, no real answers I’m afraid, just a few suggestions that help me (sometimes not enough) and a big fat greek hug from someone who gets this, gets you, and knows how s*** PMT can be.

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