Poncing towards the menopause

Saturday, 30 May 2009

See the woman in this picture, could that be you? Nope? Me niether. I came in late to the pilates class today, which meant I had the side-on mirror seat and the last half inflated crappy ball to roll around with. As I pivoted back and forth on the mat, arching my back and doing some emergency damage limitation on the road accident that pretends to be my abdominal 'corset' (and zip up your corset, ladies.....) I wondered if it was all worth it. The teacher asked us to put up our hands if we were finding the class easy. No way! I fell into that trap before and she came and forcibly womanhandled me, bending me into the proper position which felt dangerously close to a hiatus hernia. As we pulled our legs over our heads (mine embarrassingly unsupple in any direction) she asked us to work our six packs. Just what is she on? Had she said 'family packs' or buy-one-get-one-free penguin biscuit packs, I might have understood.

Is this the price I pay in my thirties for my mis-spent twenties, grinding around on a mat 2 milimetres off a skanky wooden floor to better myself? Just what am I going to have to do in my forties, fifties and sixties to remain supple? I read an article about the new 'natural' hormones that women are now taking to combat the menopause. It was set against a provocative picture of a woman in six inch heels who claimed she had now got her life after a horrible menopause. Just what does she mean? One more thing to worry about? Am I right to dread the menopause already cos no doubt mine will be more super yucky and roller coastery than ANYONE else's. And no, I am not exaggerating, I NEVER exaggerate, EVER. Please could someone tell me how I am ever going to survive this....

8 comments: to “ Poncing towards the menopause

  • Glory von Hathor
    Sunday, May 31, 2009 8:14:00 AM  

    I have no expertise with the menopause, but I've found out about yogatoday.com who do daily free one house yoga classes online. In the woods with deer running about and stuff.

    Haven't tried it yet, but look good, and no one can see my ill fitting workout clothes.

  • dulwich divorcee
    Monday, June 01, 2009 10:56:00 AM  

    Hello Hullaballoo, lovely blog! I hate to tell you but in your forties you have to do pilates every single day and eat lettuce every other day in order to maintain a svelte shape. Naturally, I don't!

  • Suburbia
    Monday, June 01, 2009 11:02:00 AM  

    Horrific thought isn't it?! And I'm much further along the line to menopause than you (with a lover 8 years my junior it's even more of a a worry!)

    HRT as soon as I can, despite any side effects. Tell me there's something to look forward to PLEASE!

    PS. My Pilates class is always easy, that's why I go!

  • Hullaballoo
    Monday, June 01, 2009 11:45:00 AM  

    GVH: How cool is that? I will give it a go.

    Dulwich Divorcee: Hello and welcome. Isn't there a fish supper regime I could go on instead, lettce is so drab, super drab even. And pilates every day? No way!

    Suburbia: I am guessing having a lover 8 years your junior will keep you fruity and frothy for years to come. You go go girl ;)).xx

  • McBöbø
    Monday, June 01, 2009 4:08:00 PM  

    Of course for you, darling Hulla, it's worse. How terrible to have an older man as lover, who still is stronger and more supple than you!

  • nick
    Tuesday, June 02, 2009 9:32:00 AM  

    The menopause comes in all shapes and sizes. Some women hardly notice a thing, it's been and gone without a trace. For others it's a torture of hot flushes, lethargy etc. Hopefully you'll be in the first category....

  • Hullaballoo
    Tuesday, June 02, 2009 2:05:00 PM  

    McBobo: Do you realise you are sailing close to the wind lol?

    Nick: Thank you, you are right. It's not necessarily the worst thing in the world.

  • Liz
    Tuesday, June 09, 2009 12:28:00 PM  

    I do that every week in my circuits class. No, not really but persevere as supplety (?) helps with great sex.

    Apart from the odd hot flush menopause is a doddle. Do not fret.

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