‘’She is clothed with strength and dignity and laughs without fear of the future’’
In celebration of woman’s day which was on 09 August 2019, I have decided to play devil’s advocate and discuss a sensitive topic. Well, a little controversy has never pushed the baby off the bed. So sit tight and happy reading.
Women’s Day, has been declared a public holiday in our neighboring country South Africa and it is notable to the historic 9 August 1956 march by women from all across the country to the Union Buildings, in the plea to end laws which sought to control the movement of black women around the country.
My week started off with me being in high spirits. I am a firm believer that with a new dawn comes new opportunities and if you have failed with anything, you get to try again. The second day of the week, nothing has changed. By Wednesday morning, I could barely get out of bed for work. I felt immensely drained. I thought to myself, how is this possible? My work out was not more hectic than any other day, besides, I had an early night. I am eating clean. I work out? According to me I am maintaining a fairly good balance at this point of time in my life.
So, this little voice whispered in my ear and told me that I must be coming down with a bug? But then slowly yet fierce fully this unexplained feeling later lingered. When I wanted to give up my well-cooked, healthy lunch for a sandwich, and I craved bread, I knew this could only be the work of the devil.
Bread of all the things in this world!
Now as a woman and I do not know if you share the same sentiment, but in women circles bread is not a friend, in fact, bread is like a swear word. A dirty, dirty, little word. To me it is even a bigger, and badder swear word on this journey, so I do not touch it, not even with a stick, nor dare I crave for it.
So why would I crave bread?
Why, would I feel so sluggish and uninspired and so, so needy?
I just wanted to be a couch potato and watch sad movies.
Then the light bulb went off in my head. The symptoms I am experiencing are of PMS. No, it is not a cliché. PMS is very real. Can I get an Amen? PMS is the abbreviation for Premenstrual Syndrome.
What is PMS? It is a whole bunch of things.
In a nutshell, and I am not going to sugar coat this, so better get your blush on, male readers.
We feel bloated, gassy, we are extremely fatigued, extremely moody and irritable and very emotional, and the list goes on. Some woman experience some of these symptoms a few days before they get their menstrual cycle, but other woman experience some of these awful symptoms, up to two weeks before their cycle.
I am one of the lucky ones who experience PMS two weeks prior to my cycle. How awesome is that?
Two weeks of the month I am in my feelings, I am groggy and I just want to lie on someone’s chest and want my hair caressed and listen to good music.
Two weeks of the month I am not as strong as I would like to believe I am. I am constantly nauseous, I cannot stomach any solids, I spend most of my time in the loo and I experience excessive bleeding once it is time for my cycle.
The corporate world needs to acknowledge the discomfort we experiencing as woman and how PMS affects our productivity, thus the article.
Whilst the corporate world and the rest of the world are still indifferent to our female sufferings, we need to try and make the journey a bit easier for ourselves so I take Evening Primrose Oil – (this is not an advertisement). At first I started taking them to assist me in my hair growth journey, but I found out that they actually also help with the PMS symptoms.
If all else fails, be GOOD TO YOURSELF, and eat that sandwich, or that choccie, whatever tickles you’re fancy.
PS: Thank you to the angel who made my PMS blues a bit lighter.
PSS: and I had the bread with the blessing of my trainer.