I'm supposed to be doing more research.
(It's perimenopause. What else is there to know? Umm....everything.)
I'm supposed to be talking to my doctor.
(I'm not afraid of doctors, I like them. And I'm not too busy with work, that's actually in a good place. I just can't get around to it.)
I'm supposed to jumpstart my handling of this whole thing with exercise.
(I'm definitely lazy. I'm quite possibly depressed. But I'm starting to try.)
I'm supposed to jumpstart my handling of this whole thing with better nutrition.
(I was a size 18/20 before perimenopause, so I have work to do. But I did start eating healthier, and started taking supplements. Probiotics. Prebiotics. Reducing caffeine. More fiber. None of which is successful at keeping my spoon out of the nutella jar.)
I'm supposed to be working on my mental health.
(On top of perimenopause starting around January 2023, my mom died on January 10th. So it's possible my hormonal changes and depression and unhealthy...unhealthier behaviors is a manifestation of my grief. But I'm gonna stop short of blaming this on my mother.)
I'm supposed to.
I will.
Possibly?