Wednesday night. I’m dead asleep, dreaming about something amazing—possibly sex, possibly cheese, possibly Chris dressed as cheese, I don't know—when suddenly… dream pain. That low, dull ache in my lower abdomen. Ladies, you already know. The ovaries were staging a protest. Again. I figured I’d wake up and it’d be gone, like those dreams where... Continue Reading →
HEATED Yoga – not for the Perimenopausal
I hoisted my hips up and back for my 419th downward dog during the first 15 minutes of my second-ever heated yoga session. This session was my first ever in Arizona, where the outside temperature was slightly warmer than Satan’s gooch. It was also my first session since making the transition from chilly Lisa to... Continue Reading →