Dietary supplements. Do you take them? I do but more in the spirit of fear than in any anticipation of benefit. I take fish oil because I'm scared that I'll end up with athritis like my Mum, I take the herbal menopause pills from the Chinese doctor because they at least give me a bit of energy ( I double checked that they don't contain any endagered animals..herbs only thank you). And I take a vitamin and mineral supplement just in case there are any other deficiencies building up in me.
Do they work? I'm not sure.
I haven't had flu all winter, but that could be because I'm self employed, work from home and don't see that many people. But despite the fish oil and the silica my nails are crumbling away like the face of a sandstone cliff. These days I don't polish my nails to decorate them I polish them partly to hold them together and partly to hide them. And despite the Chinese doctors best efforts the menopause is still...the menopause.
And supplements have side effects just like any other drug. I was reccomended to take a magnesium supplement to help with a bad back. It certainly helped to relax my muscle...particularly the smooth muscle of my bowel with startlingly prompt effect. My mother (the retired pharmacist) found the whole incident beyond hilarious.
I suspect that dog walking is much better for my health than any of the pills and potions I succumb to. But exercise, is a blog post for another day.
Monday, 18 February 2013
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Addiction
Good afternoon my name is Andrea and I am a caffiene addict.
It's true, I drink six or seven cups of coffee a day every day. Until yesterday that is, when my doctor told me that I have to stop. And apparently the situation is so bad that I can't just stop, I have to wean myself off my drug of choice. Reducing my intake by a cup or half a cup each day. And aiming to be down to nothing at all within a month.
I was wondering what to give up for Lent. I wasn't planning on coffee. I love coffee...I like the smell, the taste, the people in coffee shops, the cake to go with the coffee. I love all of it.
But I am not a type A over organised person for nothing and so, I have a plan, and a chart which is held by a magnet on to the fridge on which I log my fluid intake ; yesterday 7 cups of coffee one water. Today I have drunk, one juice, one tea, three coffees one water. I aim to do better. Much better.
My friend H says I should aim to leave a little more coffee in the cup every time and to drink it more slowly so that it has time to go cold. A plan which is of a higher degree of difficulty than you would think as I like my coffee scalding hot and from a large cup..and with milk and sugar. So I am weaning myself off caffiene, milk and sugar all at the same time.
A big mug of coffee cradled in your hands, is there anything more comforting?
But if I want to no longer suffer from the sweats and the racing heart and several more unsavory symptoms that you don't really want to hear about then the coffee has to stop. Is this what getting older is going to be like, having to stop doing things you like to avoid being ill ? ....how depressing.
Any ideas for taking the edge off the detox gratefully received.
It's true, I drink six or seven cups of coffee a day every day. Until yesterday that is, when my doctor told me that I have to stop. And apparently the situation is so bad that I can't just stop, I have to wean myself off my drug of choice. Reducing my intake by a cup or half a cup each day. And aiming to be down to nothing at all within a month.
I was wondering what to give up for Lent. I wasn't planning on coffee. I love coffee...I like the smell, the taste, the people in coffee shops, the cake to go with the coffee. I love all of it.
But I am not a type A over organised person for nothing and so, I have a plan, and a chart which is held by a magnet on to the fridge on which I log my fluid intake ; yesterday 7 cups of coffee one water. Today I have drunk, one juice, one tea, three coffees one water. I aim to do better. Much better.
My friend H says I should aim to leave a little more coffee in the cup every time and to drink it more slowly so that it has time to go cold. A plan which is of a higher degree of difficulty than you would think as I like my coffee scalding hot and from a large cup..and with milk and sugar. So I am weaning myself off caffiene, milk and sugar all at the same time.
A big mug of coffee cradled in your hands, is there anything more comforting?
But if I want to no longer suffer from the sweats and the racing heart and several more unsavory symptoms that you don't really want to hear about then the coffee has to stop. Is this what getting older is going to be like, having to stop doing things you like to avoid being ill ? ....how depressing.
Any ideas for taking the edge off the detox gratefully received.
Thursday, 14 February 2013
To Late Middle Age and Beyond!
I am 50 years old. To be honest I have been 50 years old for 8 whole months, and I have no idea what I'm doing.
All those celebrities saying "I am so glad I am 50 and not 25, I am so comfortable in my own skin now"...well I'm certainly glad that I'm not 25 but comfortable in my own skin? Not so much. I still seem to be doing all the things wrong that I always did "wrong!". I'm still overweight (or undertall) , I still never remember to put on make up, my hair frizzes at every opportunity. And I still feel like my job is going to go horribly wrong any second...now. So in short, it's more along the lines of "inside of every 50 year old there is a 15 year old wondering what the hell happened"
Anyway, I decided I missed having a blog. I shall use my new shiny blog to discuss the trials and tribulations which I meet on the way, "To Late Middle Age and Beyond!"
I think a glass of something white and chilled is called for.
All those celebrities saying "I am so glad I am 50 and not 25, I am so comfortable in my own skin now"...well I'm certainly glad that I'm not 25 but comfortable in my own skin? Not so much. I still seem to be doing all the things wrong that I always did "wrong!". I'm still overweight (or undertall) , I still never remember to put on make up, my hair frizzes at every opportunity. And I still feel like my job is going to go horribly wrong any second...now. So in short, it's more along the lines of "inside of every 50 year old there is a 15 year old wondering what the hell happened"
Anyway, I decided I missed having a blog. I shall use my new shiny blog to discuss the trials and tribulations which I meet on the way, "To Late Middle Age and Beyond!"
I think a glass of something white and chilled is called for.
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