Do you know who thinks women age easily and with grace? Men. Well, they can just KISS MY GRITS. No sane woman who is surviving the aging process would be so stupid as to spout such nonsense.
I have no doubt that there are a few women who are able to achieve this phenomenon. But, they have a personal trainer, dietician, and plastic surgeon on speed dial. To most of us, aging stinks.
Are you aware that menopause is actually three phases? No? Well neither was I. That is just the beginning of things I am finding out the hard way.
Phase one is when the hot flashes start. This is when you leave a full shopping cart sitting in Wal-Mart, sprint out to your mini van, dive in the back, and rip off your shirt before you die of heat stroke. This is when your once-firm jaw starts to rival a bulldog’s profile. This is when your butt begins to slide toward the backs of your knees. Now, deep craters frame your eyes and the backs of your arms begin to wave in the breeze. Grace, who is she?
Phase two is the actual, menopause stage. This stage lasts two or six or ten years. Hurrah. This is the time of night sweats, continuing hot flashes, and memory loss. You forget your keys, where your car is parked, and possibly your husband’s name. You have mood swings. Big mood swings. You go from dancing around like a mad puppet and calling your sister at 2 a.m. to tell her an elephant joke, to sitting in a corner with a bag over your head. You are happy. You are depressed. You cry ... a lot ... over nothing. I like the dancing part better. It does tend to make your sister say bad words, however.
The last phase is called Post-Menopause. The definition of post, to me, is that post means after. As in, after you have dealt with all the aggravation and can get on with your life. Not true!
