where wildly different is perfectly normal
Another letter
Another letter

Another letter

Dear Body,

I still haven’t received a response from the letter dated April 24th. Very rude to not reply, you know. Miss Manners would not approve.

Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I’d let it all pass? What do you want from me?

I’ve had to go to a gluten-free/dairy-free diet because of you. Do you honestly think I wanted to go down this road? GFCF is a new lifestyle for me, and right now I’m not finding it terribly easy or cheap. But I’m persevering, because I feel better (much better) when that stuff isn’t coursing through my bloodstream. Ahem…your bloodstream.

See, I’m doing this for you, to make things easier for you.

And how am I thanked? Severe stomach pain if a wee bit of dairy sneaks by. Migraines out of the blue. Sudden and noticeable fatigue if some gluten cons its way in.

What do you want from me?

I know we’ll never look and feel as good as when we were 20, back when getting somewhere meant walking, distance be damned. That was also 2 years and 14 kids ago…wait…switch that…it just feels like that.

Don’t give me that look! No…nooooooo….don’t pout and sag like that! Stop it! Stop it!

Fine. Exercise is what you want? Really?

You promise to shape up and behave?

How about I do the one hundred pushups challenge? Would that make Your Highness happy? And walk? Then when the boys are back in school we go back to the New!And!Improved! rec center?

Ok. But you, Body, you fickle bitch, I expect something from you. Knock off the stomach issues, fatigue, and migraines. I’m too young to feel this old.

Love and kisses,

Jen

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