Lately, I’ve been feeling pretty frustrated with my body. It’s a song that most of us in our 40s begin to sing. One where we …
So here we are. In our 40s and 50s, maybe our 60s. Things aren’t working like they used to. You’ve cut the calories and logged the hours on the treadmill, and the scale isn’t budging. In fact despite your best efforts you middle is a little more padded lately.
In the mornings you wake up, roll over and there is it – a twinge in the back and a stiffness to the feet. You didn’t do anything to injure it, and yet you feel it nonetheless.
Our mom’s warned us for puberty, but what about the anti-puberty? Yes ladies, perimenopause is upon us and it’s wreaking havoc on our physical bodies and our sanity. But is this the end of our youth and livelihood? Of course not.