Heatwave!

The heater is slowly becoming my enemy. I usually have the heater on 72 at night and off pretty much during the day. The days are fine but at night when it gets too far below 72 the heat comes on. Which would be totally fine if my tempature was anywhere close to normal at night before the hot flashes kick in all night long. I would turn it down if I lived alone. But I don't think the other folks I live with would appreciate freezing all night. So, I leave it alone.

Last night was one of the many times I wished I could just lay in bed on top of the covers and blankets and have five gorgeous hunks fan me all night long. That's one of my menopausal fanatasies. And feeding me chocolate covered strawberries while fanning would be the icing on the cake for me, the strawberry cake. But since that's just a fantasy the reality is me taking off my one cover I am down too pretty much and the bedspread and getting my nightly cold glass of ice water. I really need to just have a mini fridge in the room filled with ice cubes and bottles of water. But it doesn't hurt to walk to the kitchen. Maybe I burned a half of a calorie in the process. 

Another thing about being menopausal, my expanding waist line. I have been trying to not let that get more out of control then it already is. So, I have been trying to eat more healthy and less and taking daily walks. If only I could walk off the hot flashes and mood swings as easily. I must admit not too many moods but a lot of heat. 

Tonight I am going to ask everyone if they don't mind the heat being on 70. Just for tonight.