Dude, you know how I can tell my period is a scant week away?
I bounce around like I'm on club drugs and I eat like I just met a bong and don't know how to handle my shit.
Thanks to many months of eating Primal with a side of intuition, I have no other physical symptoms, and I don't crave brownies or chocolate or pretzels or any of that crap. I'm just really fucking hungry. All day long.
Oh and I get an extra five pounds of water weight that disappears all at once on the second day of my period.
Back to the hunger, though. I figured it for something psychological -- everybody knows PMSing Women to be Totes Craycray -- but Google turns up a lot of (poorly substantiated) claims that under the influence of progesterone your metabolism kicks into higher gear, burning as much as 300-500 extra calories a day. And your body notices a thing like that.
I can't find a nice source for the caloric amount, but it stands to reason. See that jump in the basal body temperature? Means you're running a little bit hotter. And that big bump in the purple progesterone line corresponds pretty nicely to when I start feeling like if I don't eat an gallon pot of broccoli and maybe a cow leg, I'll faint dead away, and are you going to eat that stick of butter?
I tried an experiment last month. When the hunger kicked in, I told myself I could eat as much as I wanted -- as long as it was very strictly Primal, and almost entirely protein and fat. No grain at all, no sugar, very limited amount of fruit. I gorged on macadamia nuts, coconut oil, meat, and vegetables.
I stopped feeling so hungry about a day before I started bleeding -- and by the time my period ended I was down four pounds from where I'd been before I gained the water weight. Are you totally fucking stunned? Because I was.
I'm going to have the opportunity to try the same experiment again in oh about RIGHT NOW. I'll let you know how it goes. I still haven't gotten over the fact that I actually do crave things like kale and cashew butter and pumpkin seeds and red meat, instead of the bag of Twix I thought I needed.
Not that I don't intend to purchase and consume an entire box of Thin Mints all by myself, of course. That's a social justice thing. You have to do right.