Meet Lisa. She’s 34, a marketing exec, and the unofficial Queen of Clean Eating. Breakfast? Egg whites. Lunch? A salad is so green it could photosynthesize.

At 58, Diane didn’t recognize herself. Menopause had snuck in like a thief, stealing her energy, stiffening her joints, and leaving her wincing just lifting a grocery bag.

You bought the kale. Downloaded the meditation app. Even wore the fitness tracker

You lace up your sneakers, charge your AirPods, and march into the gym like a warrior. Fast-forward two weeks: Those sneakers are buried under laundry, and your “gym” is the 10-foot walk from the couch to the fridge.