Women Heal Yourselves

To care or not to care that is the question

Oct. 20, 2009

Ok so I took a week off from posting. It turns out that yes I can still party like I am 19 but it takes me much longer to recover. I also discovered, as I pretty much blew off my maintenance the week after and did what I liked, that as with everything there are consequences. It sure was nice to let loose, but with that freedom, of no real diet or exercise for the week, I lost so much. This morning for instance, I have one of my headaches, the thing that has plagued me for years has returned. That and a small skin eruption that I too had thought was a thing of the past. One week of weakness, a cookie here, wheat bread there, and all hell brakes loose as my body declares “WHAT HAPPENED TO TAKING CARE OF ME?” 

God it’s like a nagging spouse that won’t quit. My body revolts and I have no choice but to listen. So today I’m back on track. The thing is I want to feel good. I want to have the energy with no headaches, no outbreaks. But a week? Give me a frickin break! I often wonder had I not been so abusive in my past would I be any better off? I mean I thank God. I have no cancer. No real illnesses’ to speak of, but these pesky reminders of my past keep nagging me to stay the course.

I guess I am lucky; so many women have it worse.  At least I no longer deal with the night sweats and sleepless nights. That has been resolved, thanks to bio identical hormones, something I will get into with much more depth later on. In fact if it wasn’t for those, I would not even have the energy to write this. They have literally saved my life. And they can be the answer to millions of women who are now suffering the effects of menopause. But what I am discovering is they are only part of the answer. The fact is with aging you just can’t ignore the signs of self-abuse. Our bodies are miraculous miracles that truly can heal themselves but like beating a dead horse if you keep beating it it’s …well ….. still dead.

We have choices. We can give up our health and die slow miserable deaths or we can pick ourselves up off the bathroom floor where we have been wallowing in self pity and do something about it. The choice is ours. What are you going to choose?