Drink water. More
of it than you think you need. Take naps, lots of them and anytime you can. Skip
vacuuming if it will allow you the time to make a pot of ginger tea or read something
mindless like celebrity gossip. Move your body in ways that feel good to you. I
prefer walks, often to the library or around the reservoir in a park close to
my house. But maybe you like kickboxing, yoga, running, or swimming. Learn some
new recipes, especially ones that make leafy greens taste good. Leafy greens
are especially helpful in perimenopause, though if you ask me why I will refer
you to Google because I don’t retain nutritional details. And I’m okay with
that. Because we all have our part to play, and mine is distinctly unscientific
and without data tables.
I do not own a scale. If I did, I’d throw it
away because perimenopause doesn’t seem to play by the rules: Eat less, move
more. Bam. You’re back to your typical weight, your normal self. Or at least less
pregnant-looking. In fact, thanks to regular walking, I no longer appear as if I am approaching
the end of my first trimester. However, it’s clear that there is no going back
to who I was before perimenopause. That’s true for us all.
So, I am here to
share space with you wherever you are on your perimenopausal journey. I’m determined
to embrace this phase as well as what comes next. I’m an aging goddess who’s
convinced that time can distill one’s potency. And if you are perimenopausal,
then you, goddess, are aging along with me. Congratulations! (And I mean that
in a non-sarcastic way at least fifty percent of the time.) Let’s do this
change of life like we were born to it. And if you are having an
I-want-to-slap-everyone kind of day, that’s okay too. I’m writing this blog for
all of us, and it will evolve and respond to what you all tell me is important
to you. So, for now, welcome to the Lady Lair.
Tune in for my
next post, entitled Hot Flash: What Fuckery is This?
