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So lately, my body has had a mind of its own. Out of no where I woke up full on bloated with no reason for it. I feel like all my hard work has been laughed at by menopause. When I was younger, people said "she's going through the change" and left out a bunch of subtitles, subtexts, and load of descriptive words!! I am trying not to let it get the best of me. But the dangers of having food as your comfort for so long, is trying to keep on track without grabbing the keys and poppin down to the nearest snack shelf. I have been trying to keep my fingers busy with crochet projects and getting my craft/library room organized just to keep hold onto my joy. But all of this is really testing me. It's not the first time I have had this happen, but maybe it's the first time I've journaled about it. I guess you can say I am trying to use my healthy outlets where I am with friends as other places will just smack you with judgement from all walks of life and sizes and metabolism. I haven't stepped onto a scale in several days, cause I just can't handle any more disappointment.
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