Today was an odd day.

It started with a topsy-turvy emotional morning that had me bawling like a baby in my husband’s arms for ten minutes (you know that completely inexplicable spontaneous heart-break that just comes on you out of nowhere?  That kind of crying.  Of course it’s not really out of nowhere, it’s most probably PMS; bye bye sanity, hello hormonal crazy lady).

Deciding I needed some vitamin D and fresh air, I headed off for a cycle in the afternoon cause I’m that kind of girl, Miss Salad-eating, Fitness-loving, Super-Duper-Health-Freak.

Freak is right: I haven’t had a proper salad in months (as we all know chocolate Santa Claus was my dinner last week), meditation lately consists of scrolling through Instagram in bed before I even get up and my body reeeally isn’t quite as fit as I thought it was…

I cycled a nice easy loop, nothing too strenuous until a tough hill two thirds through.  I then got the bright idea to take a detour and blast my way through hills that I could barely push the bike up, never mind cycle; my heart nearly fainted while my lungs felt like they were clawing their way up my throat trying to escape, and as for my leg muscles?  I now have the quivering limbs of a newborn lamb.

But despite how tired I am now, it definitely helped restore some equilibrium to my inner world.  Exercize will do that, blasting the stress and the strain out of you and replacing it with calm, contentment and quiet joy.

Gym sessions should be free for all women with PMS.

At any rate, between the excessive exercise and my sweet husband’s patient love, I’m feeling quite a lot better than I was this morning.

Just need some chocolate now and I’ll be good as new; Santa where are you??

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxx