I used to work with a professional firm working with business executives and wearing suits. Everything about my life was organized and my house was clean. Life was good. I didn’t have single allergy, could eat anything, considered myself a foodie and went to wine pairing dinners. There was some stress but nothing I couldn’t handle. At 47, life was sweet.
My hormones were regular, 28-day cycle with a calendar of over 20 years in my file and a circle on the day my cycle started. Can you tell I went through infertility treatments? I was
I never had another cycle. Within 6 months, it started. Getting tired, then depressed, then a glass of wine with dinner turned into several drinks to help me cope. The weight started slowly creeping up a pound at a time. My hair started falling out, skin was getting thin and crinkly. I was full blown menopause. Over the next year I had gained over 25 pounds. Still hungry, no matter what I ate. Tried every diet, supplement, excercise, yoga. Nothing made me feel better. I was TIRED. Just plain bone tired.
I was going downhill fast. It was like being in the rollercoaster car when it goes over the hump and starts racing towards the ground. All you can do is scream. That is the day my life changed and I thought it was falling apart. Looking back to 12 years ago, I can remember that day clearly. It has been a long journey and lots of doctor visits, lab tests, scans and anything else they could do. The journey wasn’t easy and my family and friends were a great support of my craziness to find my health. As we go along I will share the points and ponders that led to me finding my joy of living again. I hope I can give you a laugh along the way.