... is different in menopause. I'm no hungrier than on an earlier fast; mild stomach growling that subsides if I leave it for 10 minutes or so - certainly, I'm not feeling homicidal, shaky, headachy or any of those nasty carb-crash hunger things. But my appetite is talking to me. I had to go downstairs for a meeting a few minutes ago, and as soon as I hit the stairwell, a little voice was telling me to go all the way down and hit the machines up for a snack. At another meeting, I was coveting my neighbor's sandwich in the worst way. Thinking about what to eat for dinner. Thinking about chocolate.
I wouldn't call it cravings, exactly, but food is pretty much constantly on my mind right now. Fortunately, my horror at my recent weight trend is much stronger than that. And I will beat this, somehow.
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