The good news is that my anxiety is basically manageable in ideal conditions: I feel good about myself, certain stressors are not there, and my hormones are in check.
The bad news: the minute a bad thing happens I am no longer equipped to cope. It is truly like night and day the difference I feel compared to last week in terms of sanity. And yet, I faced the exact same fear.
Anyway, all this to say there may be hope at the end of this tunnel. I need to see about PMS-y supplements and somehow snaggle my way in to see the ever elusive doctor.
For now, I consider facing my fear a victory... for one day anyway. Especially since I felt a little crappy and didn't feel like working out at all, and ended up having a great 45 minute run.
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