So I need knee surgery. It will finally happen next year in the spring. So the doctor says to get some weight off now. I know this is important so I start my hard core diet. Unfortunately I am a very good dieter, I just can't keep it off. So I actually knew the smarter thing for me to do was to wait until I was withing 4 months of the surgery to start the diet. That way, even if I do (and probably will) gain it back it will be off when my knees are fixed.
So it's been almost a year since I've had a period. I start my hard core diet on 10/6. And about 3 weeks later I start to feel odd. And quite frankly, I start to notice men. A lot. And I'm not quiet so irritated that my old car has a vibration on the highway.
Then, 2 weeks after that phase I wake up one morning thinking "what is that odd feeling? why, have I wet myself...................OH CRAP".
Yep, a period. One heck of a period. Everything suddenly made sense. And I know it's all about that darned 1200 calories a day. There's something about weight loss that just fires my hormones. And it's amazing how fast I'd forgotten all those many years of monthly symptoms. In just 10 short months I was no longer connecting the dots to all of the issues my body was experiencing.
I am so irritated. I feel like I was that close <holding fingers about 1/2 inch away from each other> to being out of the woods. I got so cocky I even threw away all my supplies. So there I am -- no man, no supplies and can't even eat to make things better. What a world! What a menopausal world!
And in the event someone takes this real seriously and tells me to take a chill pill and relax, I'm just having some fun. Unfortunately every word is true. I'm trading good knees for periods. And I think I should be grateful I don't have a man because I'd hate to have to be explaining that it's a 52 year old woman's time of the month!