A good day to chat

I woke up this morning from a horrible night. I went to bed with a pretty bad headache and then woke up at around 1 with a more intense one. I thought it was the bun in my hair, so I took out the elastic and tried to get comfortable. It didn’t work. I finally got out of bed and took 3 ibuprofens and went back to bed to wait for them to take affect. It was like I took a placebo because it did not a thing for me. I thought I was dying. Seriously. Like, I don’t walk around feeling death is at every corner but I thought this was going to be one of those sad but true stories you hear about. You know where someone goes to the Dr. because of some little thing and find out they have a brain tumor and die within hours of getting to the hospital. I was thinking that was my fate. After laying with my head hanging off the edge of the bed and massaging my neck for a few minutes, I found a comfortable spot and went off to sleepy land. When I did wake up I felt like I was hit by a truck. I’m so sore in my shoulders. I’m wondering if it’s from all the knitting I have been doing lately. Not to mention the carrying of this kid that weighs a ton.

I was up and showered and waiting for Crispin to wake up so we could go to moms’ group. He didn’t wake up till after 9:30. In that time Amanda called and we chatted like high school girlfriends. We both got our cycle back on the same day after like a 2 year hiatus. We talked hormones and their effect on us and how that could have been the culprit of my headache. She’s feeling the better effects of these hormones….bigger than life LIBIDO! The kind that would make a sailor blush. Lucky. I’m hoping that this surge of hormones will chill out and get back to normal. I’m wondering if this is par for course at this age. Maybe normal is a thing of the past and now I’m entering another phase of life that will require pro-activeness on my part. Gone are the days you take your body for granted and eat all the crap you want and still fit into your size 4 jeans. Gone are the days you don’t work out and still have a flat stomach. For sure gone are the days your boobs are perky and you don’t need a bra if you don’t want one. Long gone.
Oh- but I won’t take this sitting down, no not me. I will get on that treadmill and I will eat my tofu spinach salads and drink my yogurt infused with flax seed oil and not complain. I will start taking care of my body – yes I will.

Maybe next year, c’mon I’m still a young thang- it’s too early to start thinking menopausal. I’m still a nursing momma and need all those extra calories and I can’t just go and work out with our busy schedules. Who cares about fitting into jeans w/ out a belly roll.

Well, I’m off to bake a pie since the chocolate cake I made a couple of days ago is almost gone. Maybe I will make a ‘reduced calorie’ pie, something low cal to get by till next year where then I will be making tofu banana cream pie or carob chip cookies.