Last year I drove all the way up to Woodford Queensland to volunteer in the homeopathy tent at the festival. It was fantastic! But… half-way there, I had to stop for a bush-wee as I got a little caught short (‘scuse my directness, life’s too short to pussyfoot around for these things these days). That wasn’t a problem in itself. The problem I had was that back in the days when I did that kind of thing more often (ahem), I could crouch down and then get back up again no problem. This time, I got stuck. My legs were so weak, I couldn’t push myself back up to standing and I had to kind of collapse onto my butt first in a very unbecoming sprawl into the roadside weeds. I also struggled to put my tent up, because my arms were limp, wet noodles. I wish they were also skinny like noodles, but I noticed I’d been growing fedoobedas, or to be more technical, tuck shop arms – you know, those flappy bits that replace your triceps when the dreaded menopause wreaks its slow-motion destruction over the years. Not only that, when I look back, I realise there was […]
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Last year I drove all the way up to Woodford Queensland to volunteer in the homeopathy tent at the festival. It was fantastic! But… half-way there, I had to stop for a bush-wee as I got a little caught short (‘scuse my directness, life’s too short to pussyfoot around for these things these days). That wasn’t a problem in itself. The problem I had was that back in the days when I did that kind of thing more often (ahem), I could crouch down and then get back up again no problem. This time, I got stuck. My legs were so weak, I couldn’t push myself back up to standing and I had to kind of collapse onto my butt first in a very unbecoming sprawl into the roadside weeds. I also struggled to put my tent up, because my arms were limp, wet noodles. I wish they were also skinny like noodles, but I noticed I’d been growing fedoobedas, or to be more technical, tuck shop arms – you know, those flappy bits that replace your triceps when the dreaded menopause wreaks its slow-motion destruction over the years. Not only that, when I look back, I realise there was […] https://ift.tt/bpAN31t Penny Barron
from Harbord Homeopathic Clinic https://ift.tt/O5pLyuM
Last year I drove all the way up to Woodford Queensland to volunteer in the homeopathy tent at the festival. It was fantastic! But… half-way there, I had to stop for a bush-wee as I got a little caught short (‘scuse my directness, life’s too short to pussyfoot around for these things these days). That wasn’t a problem in itself. The problem I had was that back in the days when I did that kind of thing more often (ahem), I could crouch down and then get back up again no problem. This time, I got stuck. My legs were so weak, I couldn’t push myself back up to standing and I had to kind of collapse onto my butt first in a very unbecoming sprawl into the roadside weeds. I also struggled to put my tent up, because my arms were limp, wet noodles. I wish they were also skinny like noodles, but I noticed I’d been growing fedoobedas, or to be more technical, tuck shop arms – you know, those flappy bits that replace your triceps when the dreaded menopause wreaks its slow-motion destruction over the years. Not only that, when I look back, I realise there was […] https://ift.tt/bpAN31t Penny Barron