I'm not sure I can be your friend anymore.
Actually I hate doing them, but I love what they do for me. So it's a love/hate relationship we have going. Getting under all that weight and straining every muscle in my body....I just can't make myself "like" it. Now I try not to think too much about it....get in there, do them, and then go back to thinking.

Yes, my DH isn't happy about my doing it either. And loves to remind me NOT to do it in public....like I would .....well, I guess if it were something really fabulous and there wasn't anyone watching....I'M KIDDING!.....I would never lick my plate in public. I'm pretty sure about that!
I think my appetite is more controlled by hormones than anything else. The week of TOM I'm good....normal eating or even sometimes not eating all I plan to eat. (During those times I feel like I'm somebody else.)

The week after TOM I'm still riding high on not feeling like a pig on a daily basis.

But then PMS arrives with all it's splendor ....and that's when my every thought has something about eating in it. The closer it gets to TOM, the less self-control I have. Eating becomes my obsession...everything else pales in comparison. I hate those times. I'm fighting with myself, I'm not nice to anyone who comes into my sphere....it's such an ugly time.