I have eczema; it appears a lot on the sides of my face which I've always been self-conscious about over the past ten years since it first started seriously appearing in my life.
This morning a coworker told me how great my skin looks lately, especially my ears. I don't recall that she and I have ever discussed my eczema, but it's not like it hasn't been right out there for everyone to see.
"I think it's the drinking, don't you?" She lowered her voice when she commented. I had told her a few weeks back that my dry January had turned into a dry 2025.
Soon I'll be going into my seventh month without a drop of wine, or any other kind of alcohol, and I think she might be right. My skin problems flared up way before I started drinking back at the beginning of Covid, but when I stepped into the bathroom after our talk, I realized my coworker was right, then I realized that the last time I remembered a bad flare-up was earlier this year.
I really want to tackle other health-related aspects of the damage my drinking did. I'm not sure if 2-3 drinks a night meant I had a problem or not, in a clinical way, but I know that I feel better since I quit and I'm also finally starting to get a little bit of a stab at the huge weight gain that I let take over my life these past few years.
Menopause or not, less eating or not, this is still my fault.
Metabolism can turn its back on you after you reach a certain age and what once gave me a pass on eating whatever I wanted, now has deserted me and it is up to me to fight back. I eat half of what I used to, but now I need to do twice the work.
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