Turning 50 and Not Giving a Flax: Midlife Weight Truths

Recently, in a moment of pure desperation (and possibly hormone-fueled panic), I inquired about a new weight loss program I saw on TV. The struggle is real. Somehow, I’ve gained five whole pounds since the summer and I swear, it wasn’t from consuming too many croissants in Paris or Sangrias in Spain (I think). What in the name of estrogen-imbalance is going on?I sat at my kitchen table frustrated, determined, confident and made a declaration: the time has come! I refuse to ‘roll’ into my 50s feeling like a perimenopausal statistic, constantly being told by mom, “These are normal life changes hokis (Armenian for sweetheart) … just accept it!” Blah. Blah. Blah.I decided to take matters into my own hands. I made myself the ultimate “healthy woman” breakfast this morning - Greek yogurt, blueberries and a spoonful of flax seeds (which, according to the internet, help with irritability, though my husband is ready to file a formal complaint on that claim). Then I filled out the online form, ready to reclaim my balance, my energy and my jeans (that still fit) but no longer deserve the title ‘fat jeans’.I hit submit. I waited. I felt hopeful. And then…“Our weight loss program isn’t a good match...