I smelled something burning. It was my pants. Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Sure I was trying. But effort equals results. At the end of each day could I really go to bed with the satisfaction that I’d done all that I could? That’d I’d really given my best efforts towards the results I’d yearned for? Nope.

I’m sure I owe some of my clients an apology. I was a bit naive when it came to menopause and age. I’d read about it but since I’d not experienced it, I really was limited on my knowledge. Much like a man talking about PMS. (Love how my male doctors let me know that PMS is controllable or how depression can be helped with calcium. Get the f*ck out of here!) So to my clients that told me they couldn’t; I still don’t buy it. But to those that told me that they aren’t getting the results with 100% effort, I’m sorry I was too short sighted to help you & I hope that you continued on with someone else with more knowledge and found success.

CANT = Certainly Am Not Trying. That’s what I hear when someone says they ‘can’t’.

For someone that really never suffered from PMS until the last five or so years, I feel very fortunate. When women would complain about cramps and bloating and pain, I’d be sympathetic as I knew they were actually feeling these things; I’d just never experienced it. Now, however, WOW! I lose a day or two each month and the suffering is immense. For myself, I’m convinced it’s partly due to lifestyle, mindset and definitely diet.

Noteworthy fact and one we will revisit: food is fuel.

I applaud those who choose to grow old gracefully. I envy you. Myself? I’m going to fight it tooth and nail and now in my last year in my 40’s, I’m determined to face 50 with the health and wellness I’d been chasing. I’m working hard to find my confidence. I’m not looking to go back to what I was…I’ve been there. And it was great! But it’s been done. I’m looking to be a better version of myself today and every day hereafter.

And I’d like to take you with me.

Even if you’re younger and reading this and it’s not resonating and you’re thinking, I’m so not there and thanks but no thanks….understood. But, Dear Sister, you will be here. Trust me when I tell you. Because I was you not that long ago. True story.