Usually if I am short with Jeff, it means my blood sugar is low. He learned this early on, and is very good at making sure I don’t go too long between meals. Of course, that is in his best interest too.
When I do wait too long,
I start to improve once I have a few bites –
preferably something that contains protein.
Stability returns,
the shakes subside,
the fog in my brain lifts
and I’m not such a bi… brat.
But the food thing didn’t seem to fit yesterday. The timing didn’t add up and I don’t know what was wrong with me.
I was just
off.
I was restless all day,
on edge,
snappy with Jeff,
and I don’t have an obvious reason
for any of it.
Was it the remnants from a fight we had last weekend?
A crappy time of the month?
The increasing mucky heat outside?
The choppy sleep I’ve had the last few nights?
Maybe a combination of those things,
maybe something else entirely.
I don’t know.
I just know
I don’t want to take it out on Jeff.