Before writing this post, I looked everywhere for my glasses and then decided to use the old and slightly too weak pair I keep stashed for just this occasion. When I put those on my face, of course, I discovered the ones I was looking for open top of my head because the two pairs got tangled behind my ears. So. That’s how I am doing lately.
1. I am mad at anti-diet culture. Like, thanks to diet culture— which exists and which all women my age were fully immersed in for our whole freaking lives— I am unhappy with the size of my current body. But then! Thanks to (NEWISH) anti-diet culture, I am unhappy that I feel I unhappy. THERE IS NO WINNING. As a middle aged women, I can’t just find solace in a huge community of other women who also hate their bodies (and maybe we would rage against the culture that makes us feel bad but then we would also swap recipes for low calorie fake desserts) because we are suddenly supposed to pretend like we love whatever size we are and eat only what makes us happy without judging what that is but a lifetime of lessons learned in diet culture doesn’t just GO AWAY only now we just aren’t supposed to talk about our body dissatisfaction. GAH. (And you know what I do when I shove my feelings deep inside and don’t let them out? I cover them up in tons of junk food!)
2.The time has come to do something about my gray again. Embrace them is an option on the table, of course, but I think I am going with another home dye job. WHY AM I THE WAY I AM?
3. Something is wrong with my menstrual cycle (AGE. AGE IS WHAT IS WRONG.), and the weird hormone fluctuations are making me feel SO anxious. It’s hard to know what’s actually a problem when everything makes me think I am dying, you know? So then I get anxious that I am going to miss THE THING that would allow me to catch some terrible rare illness only people on the internet ever get before it becomes a rare fatal terrible illness that only people on the internet ever get, and around and around and around I go. Minnie looked at me at the grocery store yesterday and said WHY YOU NERVOUS? (Also, we went to a grocery store that we have only one to ONE SINGLE TIME before in her entire life, and it was last summer. And she said as we were walking in I HOPE THEY HAVE THE BLUE CART because she remembered riding in a police car cart. Wowza.)
4. Someone changed my profile pic on our Disney+ home screen to Anger from Inside Out. (This is funny, but maybe not as funny as when the kids made me Claire Foy from The Crown on our Netflix screen, and Ben just quietly changed me to Olivia Colman one day).
5. Unbelievably, I have to go to the grocery store again today because we have nothing for dinner, and the fridge menu says “Grill something.” Thanks for the great planning and details, Sunday Sarah. IS THIS BRAIN FOG? IS IT A SIGN OF SOMETHING SERIOUS?
On my way out of the library yesterday, I grabbed a new book on extreme weather from the kid section because those were the exact books that little kid Cooper could not get enough of. He read it to Minnie when we got home and discovered a spread on making a tornado in a jar and COULD NOT RESIST. All in al, they made MANY tornados and were busy the whole time I made dinner. As you all know, that last hour of parenting before your 1950s husband comes home is the very most harrowing, but ours was a breeze thanks to mason jars, soap, and vinegar.