Not Puberty Again

Shout out to all the women in their 30’s and 40’s who feel like they’ve been hijacked by their less than appealing teenage self!

Don’t get me wrong. I love aging. I love being a woman. I actually love having a cycle and having a whole process to say goodbye to it with.

But.

Parts of it suck. Those are the parts I like to examine the most. When I’m not in the throes of the kind of period I haven’t had since my wild youth.

Second Day Cramps. Maximum painkillers (that this sensitive tough person can tolerate) stopped the pain sweats. I worked with love in my heart instead of the malice that returned when the pain did.

The poops too! Seriously, there’s enough inflammation happening in there. Do we have to add extra?!

The headaches. The whininess. I HATE how whiny I get. Everything I just said is annoying me right now, but this sucks.

The moodiness, the exhaustion, the fuzzy brained spaciness thing.

The need for chocolate.

And for people to just get out of my way!

I’m also totally fine with all this. I’m going through puberty with my kids. We get to relate to each other in a whole special way. Yay!

Besides, every phase/process/passage I’ve been through as a girl up through a woman has been an epic experience of challenges and triumphs. The difficulty is where I really grow.

But right now, as I shake slightly from the wild shit happening in my body, I’m going to be grumpy. I’m going to do my dang workout, being mindful of the state of my ligaments at this phase, because I know my next period should be less earth shattering if I stay active.

I’m going to do the things that I need to do for myself tonight, grumpy and irritated the whole time, knowing I’ll feel better in the morning.