Usually I'm fairly big on listening to the body, because I'm not a dualist, so if I'm hungry, playing games about who is in control is silly, because it's all me and the bits that think they're not hungry are going to suffer soon enough if the bits that are don't eat. Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired, move around when you're restless: these seem like fairly good policies, especially if you've learned to pay attention to what "hungry" actually means and not just "accustomed to eating." This week, it's been extremely difficult, because the body cues are telling me not to eat anything at all because it's all rotten and horrible and will make me sick, and then they segue into indicating that while simultaneously indicating that if I don't eat something right now, I will fall over. One would think that it would be polite to put a space between those things, but no. We go straight from food-averse to having hypoglycemic moments, with overlap, and the overlap is just not fair. And about half the time, having something to eat when I suspect I would otherwise want to is a good and settling thing, and the other half, it's horrid. So listening to the body sounds a lot better in theory than it's working out to be in practice here.
All this started with my period, and I had hopes that it would go away with my period. It did not. (I've also had spotting and cramping, oh, la la la yay.) My mom says that sometimes her hormones and her nose do this to her, too, so at least it's "normal." Unpleasant. But normal, and also more or less explained.
Those of you who are not yet 26: 26 sucks for hormones. It's like 14 but worse. If someone gives you a chance to do 25 twice and then skip on to 27, take them up on it. Really.
So I don't know what to do here. The timing seems to indicate that it isn't that I have a contagious virus, it's just various bodily systems being nasty. But I'm deeply cranky about it, and especially about not knowing when it will go away.