Breathe
By Mónica Hernández
The medical check-up would not be of great importance if it were not for the fact that the years go by but the kilos remain. Nothing special, since I eat properly, I even have incorporated those so-called "superfoods" in my diet. I do moderate exercise, that is, everything that does not ruin my bones and joints, which at a certain age become a very valuable asset. Basically, walking, yoga and the occasional high-impact enthusiastic burst of HIIT, spinning or zumba, but nothing relevant or worth telling.
Then, the question that derives in the first cause of all the ills of a woman of a certain age and that fights body to body (never better said) against the symptoms of menopause (those damned chaneques that make life less pleasant). What can be causing those stationary kilos? The diary pointed to a culprit: I like wine and drink several glasses a week. More than one and maybe more than two on each of the three days of the weekend (forgive me, but Friday for me is already a cause for celebration). I don't count them and maybe I should. The fact is that I enjoy my glass of wine, getting to know different grapes, studying grape blends and pairing them with food. The occasional tasting, punctuated by visits to vineyards and aspiring sommelier sessions. I would fail miserably as a wine saleswoman, especially because I firmly believe that everyone should drink what they like best. But it is true that I do enjoy the conversations that surround a glass of wine. I enjoy my friends with whom I have shared the "caldos", the laughter, the tears, the confidences and something that although it is not tangible, I can now measure around my waist.
