And if you live around here you know I'm not talking about the weather. but what could I be talking about then you ask... let me tell you. And no, I'm not complaining, I'm just sayin'... The HOT FLASHES ARE OUT OF CONTROL! I sit here typing and sweating. Yup, sweating. Probably just a bit more than a glisten, not dripping or anything, but good grief! I've loved the 45 degree nights b/c it makes sleeping so much better. For me at least.
I just started reading Crazy Love and there is a section about rejoicing in EVERYTHING. I'm trying, really I am. What about Hot flashes could make me rejoice? I'm failing in that one spot.
Lila is screaming in the backseat of the car on the highway... I'm rejoicing that my daughter has healthy enough lungs to scream.
My sugar keeps going low... I'm rejoicing that technology allows me to know what my sugar is.
I'm completely exausted from my sugar going low... I'm rejoicing that I have a bed to sleep in at night.
I'm making it a game, hoping it will come naturally at some point to rejoice instead of complain. In the meantime if you see me and I'm sweating and your freezing, just know... IT'S THE HOTFLASHES. And hand me a fan! Or an ice cube. Or both.
Update: Doesn't sweating make you loose weight? This is me rejoicing, maybe the sweating from the hotflashes will make me loose weight! Maybe. I'll hold onto the hope.