ARGH. I'm PMSing. You know what this means? I want food. BAD food. Like... like chocolate or ice cream or chocolate AND ice cream. fldjfal waaaiii I'm into my third week of Weight Watchers and I've lost almost six pounds. Go me! B-but. Stupid hormones. Make me want to cheat. Don't let me do it! DON'T LET ME DO IT.