Oh yes, the mysterious beast that has been quietly lurking in the shadows since I was 38, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. Night sweats? Check. Emotional rollercoaster? Double check. Breaking away from a 20-year relationship? Check. Quitting my career? Well, damn. The signs were all there, but did I notice? Nope. It took my amazing (and observant) partner watching me train and listening to my story to finally say, “Uh, babe… have you considered perimenopause?”
Cue the rabbit hole.
So off I went, spiralling into a vortex of information, trying to figure out why I suddenly couldn’t tolerate alcohol (RIP wine nights), why my iron levels were ‘meh’ despite eating enough red meat to make a T-Rex blush, why my joints ache for no reason, and why my once-glorious ability to sleep through helicopters and natural disasters has completely vanished.
Enter my new besties:
Dr. Mary Claire Haver (The Galveston Diet—hello, anti-inflammatory eating)
Dr. Stacy Sims (Women are NOT small men, and we should stop training like them!)
Dr. Gabrielle Lyon (Protein, muscle, and strength = life goals)
Dr. Lisa Moscone (focusing on brain health, Alzheimer’s, and the impact of nutrition on cognition.)
Australasian Menopause Society (Science-backed sanity in a sea of menopause madness)
Basically, I now have to unlearn about 45 years of diet culture B.S., Now lift heavy things, get strong, eat more protein, and somehow—SOMEHOW—find a way to sleep again. Will my trajectory improve? God, I hope so. But in the meantime, I’ll be over here, sketching, designing, and figuring out how to turn all this chaos into something beautiful.
So, if you’ve been following my journey from burnt-out nurse to hopeful entrepreneur, you’ll know this has been a wild ride. If you’re new here, buckle up. The adventure is just getting started.
Next stop: an extra course of "immersion thanks design queen Bonnie Christine and hopefull my 3rd collection.... Or at the very least, some damn good bed linen designs.
Stay tuned. And send sleep.
Meg x
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