It's that time of the month again. That time when women bloat like bullfrogs, and your chances of slaying a firebreathing dragon would be ten times easier, not to mention, relatively more enjoyable, then cajoling your 'hapless heroine' into doing anything human or worthwhile.

Starvation would be a pointless way to counter 'The Bloat' at this point as hormones seemed to have thrown normal bodily functions into a state of anarchy. The same way that Persephone was forced to abide by Hade's deal of reigning as his unwilling queen of the underworld for certain months of a year after having fallen prey to his cunning, tempted as she was to take a few seeds from the fruit he offered her, i've finally been coerced into accepting that for these few days, all efforts of remaining thin would be held hostage by hormones.

Pre-Menstrual Stress, somewhere in the galaxy there must be a purpose for it... right. *sarcasm sarcasm*