There is a battle raging inside of me. It even has a name. Oestrogen.
Oh, how I despise thee. You are completely antagonistic toward my dear friend Progesterone in your constant pursuit of dominance.
Like a spurned lover, I blame you for every problem in my life. You were never there when I needed you and now you are here too much and I don’t want you. You are over the top and your abundance wearies me. You invade every part of my being in your blind conquest and your need for control. What do you want from me?
Channelling Elizabeth Barrett Browning , How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
- Bloating/Fluid retention
- Mood swings
- Loss of appetite
- Memory loss
I fear you love me too much and I have come to realise that you are jealous of my friend Progesterone, the quiet achiever.
I must end your tyranny and reclaim my being. The balance of power must and will be restored.
This thing we got going has to end.