I’ve battled my weight all my life. Not that I was obese exactly, but nobody would ever mistake me for Kate Moss. The only way I was able to keep it under control was by working out 3 hours a day and counting every calorie. That worked until I got pregnant with my first baby. I gained 40 pounds with each of my five kids. And, since three of them were adopted, this was… well, a bummer. I managed to lose most of it, but now, as the years pass, it gets tougher and what with menopause, gee whiz, it just seems hopeless. The Kate Moss thing, I mean.
I’m big into self-help tomes and have tried all the diet books with varied but temporary success. And then, a friend told me about Suzanne Sommer’s books on menopause and how they revolutionized her life. So, I bought two. They have done nothing for me. But then, I haven’t read them yet.
However, I have high hopes. From what I understand, bio-identical hormones will give me so much energy that I’ll no longer need sleep. This will come in handy as I also hear—when I’m not training for a marathon—I’ll be busily ripping my husband’s clothes off in a dither of connubial bliss. No more personal summers. No more brain fog. And skin? Dewy as a rose petal at dawn.
I think my family might be happier if I don’t replace the est-road-rage-en, but hey, anything has got to be better than the…the…uh…oh…the…uh, you know…the… what was I talking about?