So, final feedback on the Lady Prelox LIBIDO pills! Firstly, I need to say that I didn’t think I really had a problem with libido…but when I started taking the pills 3 months ago we were in the middle of lock down. And as Esther Perel taught me - mating doesn’t happen in captivity! Did the pills work? Short answer. No. So you can stop reading now. However, they certainly would do no harm and contain mainly pycnogenol and rosehip. I remember giving my daughter pycnogenol to aid concentration when she was at school, so if it helps you concentrate on your partner it might work! As things slowly go back to normal outside the home, they are going back to normal inside the bedroom too. But what is “normal”? It is sometimes difficult to judge and know this in the sex obsessed world out there. I don’t care anymore what others would consider normal. Am I having as much sex as I did [...]
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Like Jodi Schiff, I also think the pills are very pretty! Pretty matters, so good for them! We went away for a few days and when we were packing, I asked my husband to remember to pack my pills. “What’s the point, I don’t notice any difference,” was his reply. So now he’s in the dog box and is certainly not going to get any whooppee attenti on from me! We’ve been doing quite a bit of lockdown DIY, so I showed him this cartoon the other day. His face lit up, “So, we’re going to have sex?” Sometimes, men really have it coming! I don’t like the name “Lady Prelox”… The “lady” makes me winch a bit. And what’s the “lox”? Makes me think of salmon. What do you think would be a good name for a libido boosting pill for women?!?! Juicy Lucy? Sweaty Betty? Bonnet Booster? Cum laude?
I recently read this new book by Lionel Shriver who you might remember for “We need to talk about, Kevin”, one of my best reads in a long time. And it set me thinking about the “why?” of exercise. In the book the wife character is now 60 and has exercised her whole life, it’s been her thing! Solo, long before it became fashionable, she did it all and strong. Now her knees are troubling her, and she is in denial about the op she is facing. Her husband has never broken a sweat, but suddenly finds himself retrenched…and decides to run a marathon! He is full of bluster about his new hobby and she is resentful, making for acerbic marital drama. To cut a long story short, he completes the marathon, coming stone last and nearly dies…and just as his wife thinks that their lives and relationship can go back to normal, he announces that he wants to do an Iron Man! [...]
My husband and I had a simple supper of lentil soup and sourdough bread before sunset last night, because today we will #fast until after sunset. I’ve been reflecting on the consistency across religious traditions of the relationship between spirituality and fasting (or a withholding or restriction for a period.) And I’ve been wondering if the gods/spirits/ancients weren’t onto something in building these periods of abstinence into our religious laws and traditions… There is more and more evidence showing that regular periods of fasting have many health benefits. If broadly speaking religious fasting is about repenting, renewing and recommitting yourself to your spiritual path, it seems that the body and mind mimics this too. I have never fasted before for religious reasons. I thought it was completely daft as there would be nothing like depriving me of food all day to make me obsess about food all day instead of thinking about whatever I should be thinking about! But as I become #olderandbolder I see [...]
This is my favourite picture of my mother-in-law, Shirley! She came teetering out of her bedroom and headed for the pool. We all jumped up to help because, just shy of 90, she was prone to falling. “Wait Ma! We’ll help you down the steps into the pool, YOU’RE GOING TO FALL!” “Leave me”, she said. “I’m going to dive in the deep end!” And she did. No problem. If you can’t use the steps anymore, dive in the deep end. There is always a way…and I often ask myself, “What would Shirley do?” She died, aged 95, Monday a week ago, a role model of what being older & bolder is all about! In the Jewish tradition one has to be buried as soon as possible, but we had to wait for her to be returned from Israel to South Africa. So, her funeral is today, followed by a week of mourning.
Hello Pause People! I’m a person who likes to state to obvious sometimes…sooooo… Menopause. What is it? You are considered to be in menopause when you have not had a period for 12 months. This can happen in your 40s or 50s. The average age is 51. However, it is often preceded by a period of up to 10 years where your periods become irregular and you experience other symptoms too. This is called perimenopause. Symptoms include vaginal dryness, hot flashes, night sweats, sleep problems, moodiness, weight gain and slow metabolism, thinning hair and dry skin, loss of libido. Charming! Some women are saying, “I’m too young for this group, I’m not there yet…” I wish I had been part of a group like this when I was much younger, I would have been more informed and would have recognised what was coming when I started experiencing it. Also remember that some women have a premature menopause, i.e. before 40, [...]
LAUNCHING….the OCTO-PAUSES! I’m so excited about this! I’ve decided to start a weekly tidal pool swimming group, the Octo-pauses! And YOU are invited! Huh? What? Where? How? Crazy, right?! Or more importantly, WHY? Enjoyment of our beautiful natural surroundings. Improves immunity. Improves energy. Improves brain function (after the brain freeze has gone). Friendship. Fun. The plan is to try out all the tidal pools around the Cape Peninsula, and settle after a while on our favourite one or two. We are going to start with St James as I have it on good authority that by a fluke of nature St James is wind-free during even the strongest Cape Doctor. Our first swim will be on Saturday (10/10/2020) at 9am. How to become an Octo-pause? Email me email@example.com with your mobile phone number in the subject line, and I’ll put you on our special Octo-pause What’s app group. Come on! Are you an octo-pussy or an octo-pause?
I didn’t choose the wine life, as much as it chose me. Being an ex-smoker, I had to find a new vice. And wine was it. It also didn’t hurt that I’ve worked in the industry for over 25 years. And what have I learnt? Nothing. Well – not literally. But about wine ITSELF? Nothing. About the mystique and fascination around it? So so much. Hard not to… um, soak it in. Wine is what YOU make it. It’s so personal. It’s so yummy. The smelly sock/cassis (what the hell is cassis anyway*) and cigar box “nose” (cos we smell those every day) is unique unto our own personal selves. Wine is evocative. To our senses that is. It brings back memories of growing up – if you were surrounded with it like I was, Chateau Libertas 1984 is NOW a very good vintage thank you very much. But smelling a red like that, brings back those gooey warm feelings of my mother laughing loudly, head [...]
A Pauser asked me this question about COMFORT EATING: “I call it stress eating trying to comfort my stressed body. I learnt to do it as a child/ teen. Is comfort eating normal and stress eating the bad version? First time I have ever seen comfort eating described as normal.. feels like a breath of fresh air.” So here are some of my thoughts on comfort eating: When stressed or emotional (or sad or angry or bored...), many people eat to comfort themselves, i.e. relieve the discomfort they find themselves in. This is an interesting strategy because it usually works - we might choose to eat something soft and sweet (I know I do!), and then we feel better! That is, for some of us, until we feel guilty or bad that we did that… So when I say that comfort eating (or emotional eating, or stress eating as the Pauser calls it) is normal, what I mean is that [...]
This one’s for my sister who detests leopard print because, you know, there is a certain type…nasal Joburg kugel, Blue Bulls supporter’s poppie, Sea Point nail technician… You can picture her: she’s a certain age, trying for a younger age, hair tied back but with a bubble at the front, lipliner a few shades darker than her lipstick, leathery cleavage on display… AND ME! Guilty as charged. The leopard could be my cami, or my active wear, or maybe just the scrunchie, but it is there. YOU see us in our leopard print and you think we wear the cat to claim it’s feline lines. YOU think we think it make us look luxurious and expensive, a stand in for the fur of royalty. YOU think we wear it because you think we want you to think that we are animals in bed. YOU think you can hear us going grrrrr and you can see our acrylic nails drawing blood [...]