That’s how I typically feel when TOM is around. I’m fine one minute - and then one little small, tiny, thing happens and I either feel like punching a wall - or like bawling my head off….. or both! I had an episode of that last night, I don’t even remember what started it…..
Good news is…….. I cheated and stepped on the scale this morning……… I AM IN THE TWO-TEENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, once TOM Bloat dies down, I may have very well made my Labor Day mini goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (no, I’m not excited one bit….teehee) I don’t even know how long it’s been since I’ve seen the two-teens!! I was 232 when we got pregnant with our son in 2004!!!! At first, when I saw the number, I got aggrivated, thinking the scale was broken - because I’m used to seeing two 2’s in a row….. not a 2 then a 1 then another number!!!! 
