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… for three days.

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.