I’ve reached menopause – and I’m choosing to celebrate it.
This isn’t about pretending it’s been easy, or suggesting there’s one right way to go through it.
It’s about recognising a transition and owning it in a way that feels right for me.
I haven’t used HRT. Not because I don’t believe in it, but because it simply wasn’t an option.
So I adapted.
I learned to listen to my body more closely and respond to what it needed.
Nutrition became a foundation – making sure I was getting enough protein, enough fibre, and enough carbohydrates to support my energy, rather than restrict it.
I adjusted things as I went, because what worked one month didn’t always work the next.
Strength training has been a priority.
Not in a rigid or punishing way, but through consistency and progressive overload – balanced with actually listening to my body.
Some days that meant pushing forward, other days it meant pulling back.
I rested when I needed to. And at times when I didn’t feel like showing up, I did anyway – because consistency isn’t about motivation, it’s about commitment.
I don’t see this stage of life as something sad.
I’m celebrating the fact that I no longer need to buy sanitary products, or worry about a period clashing with a holiday or an event. There’s a freedom in that which feels worth acknowledging.
This is the next chapter. Part two, if you like.
A chance to become the best version of myself – not by chasing extremes, but by continuing to show up, adapt, and respect the body I’m in.
And if it comes down to it, I’ll happily be the oldest person in the gym… rather than the youngest in the nursing home.
Sam ‘feeling free’ Hobbs

