I mean, I know this is a consequence of getting older, but this is getting old. I had two days off the day job last week and I spent it clearing out my wardrobe. And worse, considered this a valuable use of time off work. What the hell? I have another two days off this week (got time I need to use or lose) and I'm planning on a deep clean of the bathroom and I'm really looking forward to it. Add this to my recent digestive issues, leading to a change in dietary habits, and I'm getting very concerned. I will say though, that the required changes to my food intake (see below), are working hard with the topic of today's blog post. I felt genuinely guilty at the weekend, because Ma did a special meal for me when I visited, so I wouldn't be sick afterwards. Menopause is a bitch, people! But what it means for me, for now at least, is that I'm trying gluten free and some carb-free stuff. I say some carb-free stuff, cos porridge is a problem for me right now. And oats are gluten free... inconsiderate, this stomach of mine. Also, milk appears to be an issue, so I'm trialling some lactose free stuff. Nothing definite and nothing doctor ordered, more just "this stuff appears to be causing me problems, let's see if I can live without it and if it makes a difference..." But it means taking up space - even in my own life. It means I have to make time for meal prep. And I really struggle with that. It means I have to ask for alternatives and can't just go and eat whatever is put in front of me. It means I have to pay attention to my body and work with it. It means taking up space in more ways than I ever imagined! It's also a recurring theme right now in my coaching clients: how to take up the space we need and deserve and want in this world. Even for ourselves. There's a few of us struggling right now with taking the space we need to do things that support us and help us thrive. So, if you feel like the whole idea of taking up space is difficult - don't worry, you're not alone! And unfortunately, as yet, no signs of me turning into my mother physically. It's all mental and emotional... Bríd libh Órlagh P. S. Don't forget to check out the Brigid Sessions if you're interested in short term coaching options. Check out the links below: Patreon Website |
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For those of you who link to Instagram or the blog before checking email, you'll already know I'm wearing one of my new favourite t-shirts today. If you don't do that however, here's you're warning that my annual mission to bring joy and happiness to my colleagues through passive-aggressive t-shirts and outfits befitting the season has begun. Yes, this is the t-shirt. I keep telling my senior management it's to help with morale. Mainly mine, but really, if I'm happy, it means fewer people are...
I know, another extra email. But many of you were interested in my menopause journey last time, so I thought ye might have an interested in yesterday's nurse visit. Yesterday was my second visit to the nurse at the menopause clinic in my gp's practice. This was with a nurse practitioner - for those who don't know this is a nurse who has undergone extra training and qualifications to be allowed to prescribe some medicines. Again a thoroughly positive experience. Some key highlights: Everything...
Yes I know how ridiculous that sounds! But if you read today's blog post you'll know why I put it that way. I'm gonna be honest - I'm struggling today. Work is hassly. Nothing serious, but you know when you get to the end of the day and there's just nothing you can put your finger on that's done? Yeah. One of those. Plus I cam in early purely to get two specific tasks done and because of some other stuff, it didn't get done. Neither task. So, it's at times like this I turn to Brigid asking...