I'm a type a kinda girl.
I like to know things.
But only things that i want to know.
I've been resigned these past 3 years that The Menopause would create a new me and there was very little I could do about it.
I let my hair go salt and pepper. It took a year for me to grow it out but in the end I looked at myself and said "You'll be grey for a lot more years than you'll be blonde."
So I went ahead and colored my hair back to it's normal shade. For now.
I got moody. I tried to hide it for the longest time, internalizing my anger, until SM pointed out that I was pretty generous with dispensing my bad attitude to not only him but the world in general.
So I got on a happy pill and all is well.
I've watched myself become fluffy these past 3 years. That's how I describe my weight gain. Fluffy. I've been a pretty active person most of my adult life and I've been able to eat pretty much anything I want while maintaning a fairly trim fiqure. I've read articles about the 30 lb weight gain that commonly occurs to menopausal women. Spot on! Ding Ding Ding! That's exactly how much I've gained.
Now I'm tall...5'8" and I've always carried extra weight pretty well. But I don't have much of a shape. Long arms and legs with my hip bone and ribs sitting right on top of each other. No waist. I've always described myself as a 2x4, stick straight, a brick.
Now I look kind of like Kermit.
And to be honest, seeing my ass in the mirror last week was the straw that broke my back. That and fact that as I went through my closet the other day and seperated donatable items from things that I just don't fit in anymore...
Well, it made me realize that I at least want to try and find Skinny Tami once again.
So I bought a FitBit.
I plan on posting my FitBit experience over the next few posts.
So stay tuned.
There's a lot to talk about.