Life is a journey, or so they say. You have your Point A (birth) and Point B (death). The only problem is that the map is blank, and you have no idea when you’ll arrive at your destination.
I’ll skip over the childhood years and head right to puberty. You’re given the keys to the car, but you don’t know how to start it, and you have no idea where to go if you could.
Of course, some of us took a while to get the keys, so we were stuck riding our bikes with the banana seat.
Your twenties are just one big party, and you’re trying to get your act together, but you’re stuck in the roundabout and can’t get to the exit (Big Ben, Parliament). Once you leave the roundabout, you make it to the highway and are on your way. You have a career and are making your mark.
Until you have children, then your life becomes a series of detours. You are constantly getting off the highway – illness, school, sports, extra-curricular activities. But that’s fine. You end up seeing some beautiful scenery that you might have missed.
Finally, the kids are (mostly) grown or at least semi-independent. You’re still young(ish), you look great, you feel great.
You’ve finally found the right meds.
You are at the best time in your life.
Then you hit menopause. Fuck menopause.
You are no longer on that smooth highway. You are on the bumpiest road in your life. And the road is going through the desert because, baby, you are dry!
You look around and realize you are no longer driving your new car. You are now the owner of a 2-ton dump truck. It has dents and rust and is leaking fluids. It can barely make it up a hill. And all the springs in the seat are broken.
Oh, and the A/C doesn’t work, so you are sweating gallons! At least we know where all our vaginal moisture went.
That’s where I’m at. And I hate it. Everything I’ve done in the past no longer works. I can no longer put myself on cruise control.
I need to make some changes.
Therefore, anyone who knows me will realize I’ve read a book. This one is The Menopause Reset by Dr. Mindy Pelz.
Intermittent Fasting, Keto, healing my gut biome, and cutting way back on my alcohol intake. That’s what I need to do. It won’t be easy.
But nobody ever said life would be easy.
I won’t ever get my new car back. Those days are long gone, and I can accept that. I might have to continue driving this dump truck, but at least I can tune up the engine.
So yeah, fuck menopause. It’s not going to define me.
