I’ve been right smack dab in the middle of menopause for a while now. I’m constantly declaring, to anyone who will listen, just how “hot” I am. No…. not sexy hot. Hot! Scorching, melting, boiling hot! Lava cools faster than I do, HOT!
I wake up hot, I go to sleep hot, shop hot, eat hot and float on a lazy river hot! In addition to the constant desire to rip all of my clothes off and stand in a meat locker, I also deal with an intermittent vanishing memory. Yes, the memory thing, I refer to my lack of it as “my menopause memory”. So just like Santa, I’ve taken to making lists. I’m constantly making lists. Things to do lists, things to buy lists, things to look up lists, lists to remind me to read the lists!Where did I put my pen?I need to add something to my list.
Menopause, ah, there are so many things to write about this glorious undertaking of women past their child bearing years. Things that were once pointing north now declare the exact location of the South Pole. What was once tight and tone is now soft and squishy, giggle. Muffin top syndrome sets in…… you know that roll that has developed around your mid-section that peaks out from the top of every skirt or pair of pants you wear. Yes, “menopause middle” I own it, I declare it!, I hate it. No amount of crunches can remove it. It’s destined to plop right back where it started. I wear like badge of honor amongst the menopause inflicted and the menopause survivors. So, I say, don’t fight it, embrace it! Embrace it with an ice pack, a smile; several note pads and a handful of pens. Wear as few clothes as possible whenever you’re able and keep telling the world how hot you are. No need to let them know you’re talking about your temperature, right?
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