A few weeks ago I went to the doctor’s office. Nothing the matter, just wanted a physical. It’s been seven years. You read that correctly 7 years. I’m not sure why I waited so long, but I kinda believe that if you’re not sick then there is no reason to see a doctor. If it ain’t
I quit. I’m done. That’s it. No more. Dieting, that is. You see, I have been on some sort of diet for the past 15 years. The result? A consistent healthy baseline weight for 10 years, then a steady weight gain for five years. What happened to cause my body to gain weight? A combination of
#1 Good Thing About Menopause: I can’t have another baby! For some of you, ’nuff said! You can stop reading now. For those that would like a little more clarification, keep reading. I’ve written previously about menopause, but called it MEANopause. After all, hot flashes, night sweats, weight gain, and fuzzy brain are not happy occurrences.
It’s hard to believe that it is already February. January passed in a blur. I haven’t been sleeping well. All day long I’m starting and stopping and not getting anything accomplished. I can’t hold a thought in my head for more than a few minutes. I am distracted. My creative switch has been turned off.
Yep, I spelled that right! MEANopause. Sometimes my body just acts so mean. What’s up with gaining 25 pounds in four years? Is it nice to wake me up all hours of the night with sweaty tidal waves that wash over me with a vengeance, then leave me cold and shivering with damp clothes and soggy
I don’t know about you, but I’m suffering from All Things Political overload. It doesn’t matter what news channel I turn on, it is all the same — fighting, arguing, sticking to the same ridiculous talking points despite the question being asked (BOTH sides have them), and at the end of the day no one is