If I look back honestly, my body has always  had opinions about certain foods — I just didn’t always listen as well as I should have. Even before perimenopause entered the picture, I was what we might politely call “funny with bread and flour.” Wheat-heavy meals would often leave me bloated, sluggish, or just not quite right. Pasta has never been something I’ve loved, which in hindsight feels like a bit of a blessing. It’s one less emotional food to “grieve” as my body’s need