A certain famous female blogger started Oprah's recommended 21 day cleanse .
And then she quit. Stopped. Put the brakes on. Fell off the wagon. Is not doing that anymore
Over the years, I have quit lots of things, diets, jobs, friendships, worrying about things I can't control.
The thing about quitting is that it can be hard or it can be easy.
Quitting smoking can be hard, yet quitting a job can be easy, quitting a diet is dead easy.
Right now I'm quitting something.
I'm quitting my child bearing years. And for me, it's not easy. I have no emotional attachment to it, no, that's not the problem. It's the physical. I've been suffering for four years now with hot steaming horrible sweaty non-stop flashes. I've tried all the over the counter concoctions, potions and pills money can buy. I've eaten flax seed and soya. I've meditated and exercised. I've wept about it and joked about it. I've solved other health problems that might have been contributing. I've tried "getting over it" (as one not so helpful friend suggested). I've tried waiting it out. And nothing has helped.
And now, I QUIT. I have quit trying to doing this on my own. I brought in professional help.
About seven days ago I (along with my doc and BB) made the decision that I cannot spend another summer being miserable.
We're talking quality of life here, mine, his, ours.
So I slapped a patch on my ass and have been waiting impatiently for relief.
And finally, today, I am having some relief.
I have quit being thermostatically challenged.
It's okay to quit if it means that things are going to get better.
I heart my hrt.
(Don't you love the box? That tiffany blue swath with the hermes orange stripe, why it's so pretty I've been leaving it out on the bathroom counter.)
(I made you a photo album over there on the right, it's called by the uninspired name of "Kath's Photos")



