Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
Somewhere along the way, the noise disappeared. My hormones became steady, my mind became quiet, and apparently… my filter packed its bags too. Was it the protein? Carnivore? Healing from trauma? I honestly don’t know. I just know I’m not the same woman anymore, and I don’t think I want her back.
Apparently the problem isn't that I used to live on burgers, fries and cookies. The problem started when I replaced them with steak. Funny how healthy choices suddenly make everyone a nutrition expert.
Apparently, women my age are supposed to be talking about mood swings, sleepless nights and hot flashes. Meanwhile... I'm over here eating ribeyes, sleeping like a teenager, and wondering if my hormones forgot to read the memo. Karen says it's impossible. I call it Tuesday.
The Woman Behind the Jersey 