Today my friends I have reached a milestone. I haven’t had an alcoholic drink for thirty days. Now I don’t want you to think I’m a reformed hell raiser or on a twelve step programme ( note to any senior colleagues reading this you do not need to send HR to “have a word), I just decided to stop and kept going.
I love drinking and I was pretty damn good at it with about thirty five (sorry mum) years of practice under my belt. The issue I have is that now I just can’t handle it. One glass and I’m talking like Wallace and Gromit and teaching strangers to floss (yes I know it’s not a good look – it looks better in my head). I’ve read a lot about alcohol and ageing and none of it is good so I thought I’d have a rest. I’m not saying never again but actually tea and hot chocolate are pretty good substitutes at the moment.
Certainly I’m looking forward to my Christmas do on Friday and hopefully with my new dress and heels on I’ll start and end the evening looking presentable (not like the usual mid evening trip to the loo after a bottle of wine when most of your hair grips have dislodged, you have lipstick on your teeth and your eyes are auditioning for Twilight 4). I’ll let you know how it goes!
Have a great day!
Today has been a good day! Blogging has definitely been a step in the right direction for me as I think I needed a channel to just talk about how I’m feeling and share my experiences and feel a bit more normal again.
I have decided that the key to embracing my middle years is to keep occupied. Now my job occupies a lot of time. I’m a sales and marketing director for a big company and I bloody love my job but I had to move away from just coming in, putting on my owl pyjamas and mid life dressing gown and lying on the sofa in sheer menopausal exhaustion so I’ve done a few things.
- I’ve started baking. This is bad as I’ve also started eating my cakes and expanding (whilst blaming menopause)
- I’ve stopped drinking – 29 days ago to be exact after reading some random book (sober mummy I think it was). I’ve not decided whether to become teetotal but I’m enjoying it for now except I’m eating more baked goods (see item 1). The advantage of not drinking is I’ve already done, wrapped and sent my Christmas cards and presents.
- I’ve starting playing the guitar (much easier when sober). Tonight I played Ed Sheerans “Perfect” to my cat Bagpuss who tried to open my wardrobe door and hide inside!
Time for a hot chocolate and a mince pie.
Ok I know it’s a bit early to be blogging but I’m sat in my (hubbie calls it vile and unflattering) dressing gown having my morning cuppa and reflecting on the day ahead.
Life post fifty (I mean for gods sake it was only October) has felt quite challenging but am I focusing more on a number and linking it to everything that happens.
- Feel tired – it’s the menopause (not that I’ve just worked a 15 hour day).
- Can’t stop crying at John Lewis advert – it’s the menopause (not just I’m a pathetic softie)
- Get drunk after two glasses of wine – it’s the menopause (not just they were half pint glasses)
And so on….
You get my drift! Have you all experienced the same thing?
Have a great Monday.
So today I decided to start a blog and became ridiculously excited when I shared my first post then got my first follower. Apart from that I’ve felt quite grizzly! Ok it’s Sunday and that means work tomorrow (more about my job later). The present wrapping didn’t help! Two hours knelt on the floor then the stark realisation that I can’t get up these days without grasping furniture. Ok hubbie might have annoyed me lying blissfully on the sofa watching a box set then muttering when I mention it’s Strictly later. Or it could have been that my stretch jeans felt a bit stretched to capacity (I blame the mince pies or sticky toffee pudding or it could it be the malt loaf or that mid week pizza).
For now I’m blaming the menopause because she has big shoulders and can take it!
Hi everyone, I’ve no idea what I’m doing blogging but I turned fifty in October and since then I seemed to have lost my mojo! Is this normal? I was watching Strictly last night in my owl pyjamas, mainlining mince pies and realised with horror that Tess Daley is only a year younger than me! What the hell happened. Join me on my journey through menopause, work, relationships and discovering my middle years!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton