January is almost behind us.
And if you’re like me, you might quietly admit that it’s the one month of the year you like the least. Every January arrives loaded with expectation. We’re encouraged — sometimes pressured — to set ambitious New Year’s resolutions: change how we eat, move more, lose weight, overhaul our routines, become a “better” version of ourselves overnight. By the time the month ends, many of us feel we’ve already failed, setting a negative tone for the rest

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