It's the middle of the night. What just woke you up?

I'm suddenly on fire — like, full-body furnace, out of nowhere

I woke up soaked. Sheets, pillow, everything. It's embarrassing.


You're at the grocery store. Something feels off. What is it?

I came in for three things and I cannot remember a single one of them

I'm sweating through my shirt and I was literally just cold five minutes ago

Nothing fits right anymore. Even my grocery store clothes feel tight.

I had to stand by the frozen foods just to regulate my body temperature

Who is that? My clothes fit completely differently than 6 months ago

I look… tired. Like I haven't slept well in months. Because I haven't.

I genuinely forgot we were even taking a photo. What were we doing?

Delete it immediately ... my face is beet red AGAIN
You're in an important meeting. Your body decides to betray you. How?

I'm bloated and uncomfortable and my waistband is not my friend right now

I can barely focus ... I was up four times last night drenched in sweat

I forgot the word I was about to say. Just... gone. In front of everyone.

Full heat wave, visible flush, fanning myself with whatever I can find
If perimenopause had a theme song for you right now, it would be called:

🔥 "Why Is It So Hot In Here And Why Is It Always Me"

😰 "Soaked Again At 3AM (A Love Story)"

🍕 "I Did Not Eat That Much And Yet Here We Are"

🌸 "I Walked Into This Room For A Reason I Will Never Know"

You have always been the one who figures it out.
The one who shows up early, stays late, and gets it done...no matter what.
You set the table, run the household, carry the team, and still somehow make it look effortless.
Then something changed.
Your body started running the show...
(and it didn't ask for your permission)
The heat comes out of nowhere.
One minute you are fine...the next you are stripping off your jacket in a board meeting, fanning yourself with whatever is within reach, and wondering if everyone can see what is happening to you.
You are not falling apart, but it sure feels like it.

How you doin'?
No seriously...
How are you actually doing?
because Joey, he LOVES life. He loves food. He loves people. He walks into every room like the party just arrived.
And you used to feel JUST like that.
Full of energy. Comfortable in your body. Living your life without thinking twice about what you ate or how your jeans fit.
Then something changed
(and it was not the cheesecake)
You are doing everything you have always done.
You are eating the same things you always have. Maybe even less...
You add more cardio, cut carbs, downloaded another app to track everything.
And your body just...kept changing anyway.
The midsection that appeared seemingly overnight, the jeans that fit fine three months ago that now don't, and the frustration of stepping on the scale and seeing a number that makes absolutely no sense, given how hard you are trying.
You are not lazy.
You are not eating too much.
You are not failing.

