I stopped going to the gym when my son moved home because I couldn't afford it any more. That is true but it is also a bit of an excuse if I'm really honest. That makes me grumpy.
And surprise, surprise, I've put back on all the weight I lost. And now I look frumpy.
I'm still really bloated and have a constant feeling of a period just about to happen, which doesn't, so I have got all that horrible premenstrual buildup without the release. Go on, guess what that makes me. Yep, teary. At the slightest thing. I'm having little meltdowns all over the place. I'm normally pretty stoic about stuff, but lately everything seems overwhelming and I get a panicky feeling like I'm only treading water and about to go under. My heart beats too fast and my imagination runs riot. I find I'm buying into the MSM rhetoric of doom and gloom and starting to believe that the sky really is falling. The logical part of me (and there is one, she's just sitting right at the very back, glancing up occasionally, raising an eyebrow at all the carry-on up the front) knows I'm being ridiculous but I seem to be a slave to my emotions and hormones right now and let me tell you, I don't like it one little bit.
And tired. Don't talk to me about tired. I am tired so deep in my bones. It reminds me of the tiredness of very early pregnancy (I recall falling asleep at my desk at work when I was around 7 weeks' pregnant). I never seem to be able to sleep long enough or deep enough. Everything aches when I get up (I think we need a new mattress).
And I whinge. All the time. Like this post is nothing but one long whinge.
I need to remember that in the broader context, I'm an exceptionally privileged white woman living in a country with one of the strongest economies in the world at the moment and that all this perimenopausal wailing and gnashing of teeth is nothing but a First World Problem. I need to shame myself out of this self-indulgent fug.
I am off on holidays in one week. I am going to try really hard not to be any of the four things in this post title, I really am, but I can't guarantee I will succeed.
About the only thing I am sure of at the moment is that I really, really need a holiday.
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| What I really look like when I cry |
