Most everyone has heard the old question of “if a tree falls in the forest, but there is no one around to hear, does it still make a sound?” I don’t really care if a falling tree makes a sound. What I’m wondering is … if your body is not in the best of shape, does it still matter if there is no one around to ever see you naked?
They call it menopause. Want to know what I call it? I call it This Sucks. No wait ….. I call it This Sucks A Big Fat One! Ok. I must admit that made me feel a tiny bit better.
As I understand it, a woman is not “officially” in menopause until she has not had a period for one year. In June, I will apparently be considered official. Heh.
Somehow, this feels like punishment.
I survived the night sweats. The hot flashes were crazy, but are fewer and further between these days. My skin is dry. I am tired. Always tired. I still haven’t gotten used to the moodiness – it feels like I am PMS’ing all the time. I find myself crying while watching television commercials. Who does that? Well, apparently I do.
I’m having a hard time grasping exactly what is happening. I still weigh the same. The weight just seems to somehow be distributed differently. Does that make sense? I’m not sure that it does. The other day, I decided to be proactive and start exercising, with the hope that maybe one day someone will see me naked again. By the second day, my muscles were so sore that I had a hard time walking down the stairs. So much for that naked idea. Thank God no one has died.