Seems silly to say WELCOME. But thanks for stopping by, it’s a super weird Week In The Life of a Crazy Woman…U-hem, that’d be me.This week is all about my life in menopause and my first week on Weight Watcher’s…it’s been quite a few days look back if you’ve missed the mayhem.
The picture below about sums up today…
There has been much weeping today. And a little gnashing of teeth.
I cried and cried and cried…over what? Oh, over everything. My feelings were completely on my sleeve, you didn’t have to talk to me at all to hurt them. Like a battle-weary sissy-fried soldier I cried for much of the morning and half the afternoon. It felt good. I didn’t however look like the picture above…more like this one below.
Yep, that’s more like it. The only food I’ve given a second thought is chocolate. And just the thought of some milk chocolate chips brought on another episode of sobbing. I told ya, everything made me cry today. What a wuss.
At about 3:30 my daughter Stephie called to ask what time Id be over to keep Snookums (my granddaughter Ellie) I was supposed to be there at 4:15 so they could go to a movie..I still had on my Pa-Jay-Jays. Hadn’t even showered. This is how it starts Peeps. Letting yourself go. I never understood it before, women who stopped caring if and when they groomed. But today I do not care a whit about what I look like. I think grooming will take more effort than I can muster. I can barely keep up my energy to do all the crying. I make up my mind to just put on a hat and flip flops and head on over to Stephie and Jon’s.
Who cares how an old lady looks anyway?I’ll brush my teeth and go.
Then I looked in the mirror. Oh my holy cow.
I immediately climbed into the shower.
And I felt a little … or maybe a lot better. There is a lesson here that I will think more about on another day.
…tonight we went to baby-sit for precious Ellie. (Our first and only grandchild) It took about 2 minutes of holding her for me to once again decided that Ellie is my cure for All Things…I forgot about hormones, hot flashes, mood swings, bloating, depression and I even forgot about chocolate.
I immersed myself for a few hours in her giggles and her chatting and her snuggles. And there was no crying.
Until I was rocking her to sleep. And then I cried a little. But it was a good cry. It was an “I’m so full of love for this baby I can’t believe it” cry.
Tonight the hormones lost. Tonight love for Ellie won. There is another lesson in here somewhere. I will think more about it another day. For now, I’m really tired and I still have to tell “Tool” about my evening Weight Watcher’s points. (more about Tool : in Part 1 of a Week in the Life...)
To be continued…come back tomorrow to see if I take The Husband’s advice and and made a deal with the devil. Sniff, sniff.