It’s no exaggeration to say I’ve lived on a diet of primarily beige food for the past 32 years. As soon as I left home, the four foods I’d reach for were cheese, hummus, bread and beer. Why am I recounting my lifelong crappy eating habits in a column dedicated to the topic of menopause? Buckle up …
From October last year until around March, I was bedridden for half the week. Having one “good” day – a good day being able to get out of bed to drive the kids to school – meant the following morning would be a total write-off. The day my daughter’s school rang to ask for a meeting to check if I “needed help getting her to school” coincided with the appearance of a colossal boil on my chin. The boil, it later turned out, was a hint I was arriving at high speed at the gates of menopause – a visible display of hormones in turmoil.
