Foundationally Inspired

If I haven't mentioned it, menopause is my life's nemesis. After 4 years of battling the nasty effects of going through the change, I relinquished my I-can-get-through-it-myself attitude and began a low-dose hormone just over a week ago. The first few days were amazing! Let's just say that the surge of hormones gave me teenager vibes. Wink wink.  But then...   Oh. My. Gosh! I was a mess - weeping, feeling out of sorts, body changes like those that happened when I got pregnant. Let's just say that one of the possible side effects is that the twin peaks might have a growth spurt 😊. (Tee hee hee). Photo by Joshua Woroniecki on Unsplash The good news is that the volcanic eruption hot flashes that were taking place 20 to 40 times a day have diminished to 6 to 8.  Let me tell you that having a hot flash while dancing my life away had an all new meaning previously. But, I was Zumba-ing away yesterday and didn't have one hot flash! Thank you, Jesus! In the interim, I'...

  I ran through the grocery store after Zumba class today. Well, maybe I didn't run. Rather, I sprinted - I sprinted through the store. Uh... no, I didn't. Speed walk?... again, no. Rush?... oh, ok, ok, I sauntered. I leisurely walked in a slow and relaxed manner. Are you happy now? Geesh. But I was good today. Yippee! I didn't buy any sweets or cheese or chips. I bought vegetables and more vegetables - I do love fresh vegetables - and eggs, of which I picked up three cartons. They weren't the kind I usually buy, though. Oddly, that brand has been out of stock for several weeks. I could understand if they had a rash of egg eating predators darken their chicken house doors, but I doubt a big operation would have that problem, even if they are a pasture-raised organic egg business.  If you ask me how I know about such things, I might share some of my farm stories. I could tell you tales about skunks and snakes and hawks, goats and cows and llamas and chickens, monarch ...