I have been an irritable shrew all day, shouting at the kids, rolling my eyes and I seem to have a sarcasm overload!
Just had quite a teary moment in the kitchen, it hit me like a wave while I was making lunch for everyone again. I could smell cheese, my mouth started watering and I slammed down the knife and huffed off onto the stairs like a petulant child, tears in my eyes. Hubby came in from work and saw me leaning on the wall.
I was blurting out how I am so fed up, and I feel weak and drained, and the kids won't listen... and blahhhhh.
He said he wasn't going to let me eat until I had stuck to it a week, and he took over the lunch.
Feel fine again now, just a peak of frustration I think. I need to remember that food will still be there when I can have it again. :sigh: