‘Let food be thy medicine.’
Before menopause set in, I’d had my share of health issues, and who knew the answer to healing would lie in food? Not me, that’s for sure.
By the time I was 35, I’d endured years of chronic back pain, which involved bouts of being unable to turn over in bed due to the excruciating pain and, literally, limping through my day. One time, my dear mum had to wheelchair me through an airport to catch a plane for a work trip as I was in too much pain to walk. It seemed to randomly rear its ugly head then disappear. It was tough. In the words of author Hilary Mantel: “… doctors underestimate what chronic pain can do to sour the temper and wear away both the personality and the intellect.” It certainly wore me down.
I spent loads of time and money on trying everything to fix it – GPs, physio, osteo, acupuncture, yoga, “healers”, potions and lotions, psychics, massage – you name it, I had probably tried it. I
