WordPress I come before you now. It has been twelve days since my last confession. I have been saving up.
I do not know if I have the passion or motivation to ever run, wog or jog again.
In fact I have no idea what my passion is anymore, if I even have passion.
I can not even recall when my last walk was. I am still working out. Lifting weights, dancing, and controlled cardio workouts. Just not wogging.
I do know this (here is comes, word vomit) :
I used CBD cream for the first time for the achy bones and it seems to help. The bones really hurt more and more now. Stupid Arimidex.
I somehow got poop on my favorite sweatshirt. My own poop and I am not even that flexible.
When you have menopause things change. Like the hair on your chin. You actually have hard coarse hair on your chin. Your sex life. It is pretty much non-existent. Not that we don’t want to, it is just harder. Bad choice of words there. Sex is painful. Not to mention I am very self-aware of my scars and misshapen body.
It has been so hot here that nothing seems possible. We finally had a break from the heat and I started taking care of the house and yard again.
My 30th class reunion is in October and I am excited to see some old friends. That was planned.
I haven’t washed my sheets since I moved into my house.
I have been basically blogging on Facebook instead of here. (cheating on WP)
Truth is my energy levels are still recovering. I only have so much energy per day and I spend it running around in circles looking for passion. Oops obviously not running, see earlier confession…chasing around in circles? spinning around in circles? chicken with her head cut off circles? I think you get it.. I just can’t seem to remember what it is I like.
Did I mention the poop? I definitely know I don’t like that.