For much of my life, I survived on what I called the “dessert diet”. I was constantly seeking sugar, riding highs and crashes, mapping my days around getting my next fix. When menopause hit, I knew things had to change. My body could no longer cope, and my mind was filled with anxiety, self-judgment, and relentless cravings.

For much of my life, I survived on what I called the “dessert diet”. I was constantly seeking sugar, riding highs and crashes, mapping my days around getting my next fix. When menopause hit, I knew things had to change. My body could no longer cope, and my mind was filled with anxiety, self-judgment, and relentless cravings.

For much of my life, I survived on what I called the “dessert diet”. I was constantly seeking sugar, riding highs and crashes, mapping my days around getting my next fix. When menopause hit, I knew things had to change. My body could no longer cope, and my mind was filled with anxiety, self-judgment, and relentless cravings.