61 and still here, still talking about sleep, because nobody warned me it just... carries on. My periods stopped eight years ago. Eight. And yet here I am at 3am last Tuesday staring at the ceiling, completely wired, for no reason I can name. I thought post-menopause meant I'd be out the other side of all this. Nobody said the other side might still have its moments. The thing that has actually shifted something for me is the strength training, which I started about two years ago and felt absolutely ridiculous doing at first. I'm not lifting heavy, just twice a week with a trainer who knows I'm not trying to become anyone, I just want to stay upright and independent into my seventies. Whether it's helping my sleep or just giving me something to feel good about I honestly couldn't say. Probably both. I've also been eating a lot more protein than I used to. Eggs most mornings, fish a couple of times a week. I read something about muscle loss after sixty and it properly frightened me so I started paying attention. It's not glamorous but neither is being wobbly. Got a review with my GP in the autumn and I want to actually ask about bones and heart this time, not just let it be a five-minute box-tick. I've been writing down questions so I don't go blank the second I sit down. That always happens. Anyway. If you're newer to all this and someone tells you it's over once your periods stop, just know it's a bit more of a long game than that. Still worth playing though. x