Much like pregnant women, menopausal women develop cravings. My particular craving is for NOODLE's brand buttered noodles. It has it all: carbs and fat. I can forego salt; I can even forego sweets. But I absolutely crave carbs, especially carbs soaked in butter.
It is one of life's ironies that at a time when a woman can least afford to indulge in extra calories that she is so tempted to overeat. What an unkind trick to place upon already over-burdened menopausal women. I'd rail at fate, but I know my rantings will make no differene.
So we exercise more. Or we try to. The other day, I decided to try a few jogging steps. My right foot went down, and my new hip said, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I quickly apologized to my new hip and promised not to do anything so foolish again. It forgave me, and we turned our jog into a slow walk, the best I can manage.
Ah, menopause, what cruelties have you in store for me next?
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