There’s lots of ways of dividing up the world. Coffee or tea? The Beatles or The Rolling Stones? Cats or Dogs? Soaps or Sci Fi? And then there are people who get a sense of control over their lives when they give up things, while others just feel the deprivation. Guess which camp I belong to…
And as it’s January everyone seems to be in the middle of giving up things. If they haven’t given up giving up of course. But not me. But perhaps I should.
It’s something I’ve pondered in recent years as the menopause hit me like an out of control bus and my body began to rebel against decades of questionable nutrition and a few very bad habits.
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