Not a good day to piss me off
No sameness, no simplicity, no sanity. Today, I am a middle age woman on the verge of smacking a fool for saying something stupid to me, and have I mentioned I talk for a living? Today I'm weepy, victim of hormonal imbalance. There's this heffa named Perimenpause invading my body and I want to slap her.
This weekend the store was open and getting back to something familiar felt good, but familiar doesn't mean same. I'm not sure what sameness feels like. I know after working like a mule, I felt spent. I feel like I'm the one pregnant. My weight is climbing. And if DH says one more time that it's simply a matter of reducing my calories, I'm going to punch him in the face. I woke up sweaty despite our window was open and the fan was on.
I start my new shift this morning. I'll begin my morning commute before most of you turn over. Up at 4:30, DH asked why I'm up so early. I snapped and said because I start my new shift today, something he's known but somehow suddenly forgot. I got on the scale, and I'm up a quarter pound. We start our weight loss challenge today. I couldn't find anything to wear. When you pare down your wardrobe and your weight is up ten plus pounds, not being able to fit anything isn't the same as not having something to wear becase nothing looks good to you.
I was whipped after work, but I cooked dinner for DS and we talked some. She talked. I fussed and sighed. I need prozac and I want it in a patch.
Get some Estroven at the drug store, sister. It really works. It's a little pricey, but worth it. Beware of the energy boost kind, though, cos it kept me from falling asleep at night, so I went back to the regular. You will survive. DH, maybe not, if he doesn't choose his words better!
ReplyDeleteafter this and that first date with a knife and a jack-o-lantern, count me among the 'stay on LTB's good side' crowd. Aside from that - I will reiterate how much I appreciate your Blogs Over Easy posts, your prose, and your poetry. You're cool beans, LaTonya ~ M
ReplyDeleteI take the cold turkey approach to this 40-something change of life. I snap when I want to snap, cry when I want to cry, sing when I want to sing. I own my life and anyone don't like it better get outa my way. As for the extra pounds - comes with the territory - I try to make healthy choices about what I eat, but never say the word d-i-e-t out loud. (It just makes me hungry for fattening foods.)
ReplyDeletei hope that you get some rest...see i can learn now so when my time comes i know what not to say...thanks DH...
ReplyDeletehope a little sunshine finds you tomorrow latonya
Ah, it's good to have friends. DH is a good guy. I had dinner and a hug waiting when I got home. M, I'm really not dangerous. I swear. lol Kerry, I don't know if I can survive me without hitting up the drugstore. I created multiple mini-challenges for fitness group. Exercise helps so we'll see. Oh, Shay thanks for getting me hooked on "Orange is the new black." :-)
ReplyDeleteI went through menopause at 30, not by choice. I remember those days well. I am surprised that my husband survived. Peace & hugs.
ReplyDeleteThought I had learned what not to say--and it was nothing.
ReplyDeleteSo I kept quiet, then discovered that was NOT "what not to say"!
--did that make sense?
Now I say whatever I WANT to say.
People have gotten used to me.
NOTE: WHAT people????--grin!
Red wine works for me :) xx
ReplyDeleteThank you. Home today for a bit. Sitting with kitty, who has made it clear that this time she is ready to let go. Sad day.
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