I have never been one to pay much heed to what the bathroom scales say. That was until I tried a fancy set that came with all sorts of metric-measuring bells and whistles. I was happy with my weight and BMI, but noticed all measurements relating to my heart – arterial stiffness, heart age etc – appeared to be pointing to an ever-closer hot date with heart disease.
It’s no coincidence that at the time I was, and continue to be, in the thick of perimenopause. But, like many women, I was more preoccupied with less silent symptoms, such as the red mist that regularly descended, increased anxiety and a
