Ik ben allergisch voor hypes. Als iedereen hetzelfde toverwoord in de mond neemt, dan neemt mijn afkeer voor het onderwerp evenredig toe. Het maakt niet uit of dat terecht is. Dus op het moment dat je geen blog, magazine of podcast kunt openen en het gaat over Intermittent Fasting, kun je je mijn reactie wel voorstellen: “Daar gáán we weer!”. Het zal wel weer overwaaien. Net als Keto, Sonja Bakker, Koolhydraatarm, Atkins.
Continue reading “(Nederlands) Intermittent Fasting: hoe doe je het en waarom?”
“Let’s just say, this is the last thing I expected. ” My doctor watches me with an understanding look on her face: “Indeed, you tend to think about hot flashes, mood swings or a short fuse. And the skipping of periods. But not this. Still, it is all part of that final stretch into menopause.” “Well,” I try to joke, “that short fuse is getting shorter by the day, let me tell you.” She probably understands my need to keep the conversation light, to prevent the tears from falling, but that doesn’t stop her from warning me: “Don’t forget: if the situation doesn’t change in two weeks time, we have to take other steps! Keep me updated and I expect to see you in two weeks.” Continue reading “Short fuse”
Het voorjaar van 2017 was ik bezig met een veeleisend marathon programma. Ik had me zonder enige kennis van zaken ingeschreven voor mijn 1e marathon. Een bucketlist dingetje voor mijn 50e verjaardag. En toen liet mijn lijf me in de steek in de voorbereiding. Te hard getraind? Te veel getraind? De teleurstelling was groot. Het zal me toch niet gebeuren dat ik de start niet haal van mijn 1e marathon? Maar 100 dagen voordat ik in New York word verwacht, komt de redding : Sportrusten. Mijn hardloopleven wordt op slag een stuk gebruiksvriendelijker. Minder kilometers, focus op hartslag en ademhalen: kwaliteit voor kwantiteit zeg maar. Dat loonde. Continue reading “Sportrusten: een fysieke en mentale oppepper”
It’s October. And if I’d expected to have run my 3rd marathon of 2020 this month, well, we all know what happened. The year 2020 will forever be known as the year of Covid-19. The year of cancelations and lockdowns, of conspiracies theories and zoom meetings.
350 BC: Aristotel concludes Menopause starts at age 40 and he notes women can’t bear children after age 50.
The world is at a stand still. Traveling can’t be done on a whim, if we can travel at all. We work mostly from home and a night out has to end at 10pm, at the latest. One thing hasn’t paused though: the decline of our body. My hotflashes are not on a break, my mood swings were never so energetic and hormonal depression is lurking around the corner. Continue reading “October 18 – World Menopause Day – Run a mile”
Has it ever happened to you? Walking to the fridge, but as soon as you open the door you’ve forgotten what you needed. Opening Google, but your eye catches a quick Facebook update and you completely forget the question you wanted answers to. You know a 100% sure you put your glasses on the table, but now you need it, you can’t find it anywhere. You desperately get your spare glasses, the ones that don’t fit well, because you sat on them. When you put them on, you notice your regular ones are on your head. Sounds familiar? Lucky me! This means I’m not the only one questioning my wits.
The source for hot flashes, depression and night sweats can be found in our brain.
Continue reading “Is there a connection between Alzheimer and Menopause?”
Travelers who had gone before, warned me: prepare for a culture shock. I truly was prepared on many things. But one moment I was desperate, because the Tokyo Marathon 2020 was cancelled, the next I’m on my way back in an almost empty plane, in the midst of the Covid19 crisis. Corona brought a whole new perspective on our Japan adventure. The arrival hall at Schiphol airport, void of passengers, said it all: Something definitely is not okay. Continue reading “The culture shock that’s called Amsterdam”
“Tell me, what can I do for you?”. My GP looks at me expectantly. Again. Since I passed 50, I’ve seen her more times than in the 20 years before. If not for periods that never end, it is for infections that keep flaring up, breasts that are killing me with pain or cramping that can’t be averted with a overdose of Feminax. This time my reason to visit is that my period isn’t coming at all. For once I am glad: could it be that I’m finally released of this monthly returning flood. I wouldn’t mind that all!
No reason to be shy about it: Anything is possible when it comes to menopause.
It’s just, my body doesn’t seem to get it and won’t agree with my ovaries. Continue reading “Anything is possible in menopause”
My left hip is burning, my left foot is aching. My achilles had been playing havoc ever since I ran the Boston marathon in April. But Chicago added some more aches. And suddenly, everyone in running land is expert. You just have to drop a question in a group (online or offline) and you’ll be drowning in advise. I have resorted to strength training in the gym, Supermans and lunges till I dropped and even the 30 day Plank Challenge is a bit too familiar to me. That core has to be strong! None of it helped me any further. With the Tokyo marathon in my near future I was convinced that I have to quit trying to use Google as doctor. I had heard a lof of good about Franklin van Doesburg. It’s time to call an expert. Continue reading “Injury free running: yes, you can!”
Tears were streaming down my cheek. My husband desperately tries to get an answer out between my hickups. I see his doubt and then his understanding: “Hormones again? ” . Up to now the peri-menopause was a breeze. Maybe I’m still at the beginning, but my night sweats are bearable. My weight is still under control. My breathing exercises help me with my palpitations. Physically I really can’t complain. Mentally though. A completely different story. The dark clouds hanging over my head, every time right before my period, those are less easy to deal with.
Continue reading “Depression in menopause”
My feet felt like I was walking on needles. My knees were protesting with all their might. I had just taken my last gel. The drums of the band tried to elevate my mood. And then I saw the gate of Chinatown. This meant I was at the 35k point of the Bank of America Chicago Marathon. The pain in my feet didn’t seem that important anymore. With only 7k to go I knew: I will finish 4 marathons this year. I could smell that finish line in Grant park, Chicago.
Continue reading “4 marathons in one year. It is possible, even in menopause.”
It’s not going well. I have trouble concentrating. I’ve lost every wish to take on new stuff. I can’t hold my thought even for a second. My whole body is prickly. If ants are partying under my skin. I’m forgetful. Other small aches are troubling me, not alarming enough to go to a doctor. But it makes it hard to function normally. “Don’t forget your moodyness”, my husband calls helpfully from the couch.
Continue reading “Is menopause troubling you? Book a trip!”
500 Meters to go. 400 Meters to go. I’m 2,5 hours on my feet and I feel fantastic. A lot of people are cheering us on: “Allez! Courage! You made it! ” I have to say, Disneyland Paris truly is a magical place to run a half marathon. The enthusiasm of the cast members along the whole route is overwhelming. It’s 7am for crying out loud!
“Allez! Courage! You made it! “
They had to get up really early to be costumed and be en route. On certain points you can stop to get a picture with Disney characters. To see the sun rise to put the Disney castle in the spotlight has to be the most monumental view I had this year. I’m passing Mickey and Minnie at 200 meter from the finish. They are appropriately dressed in a training outfit. I couldn’t have imagined a better training run. Triumphantly I throw my arms up. I did it. Again. A half marathon. And this time, I feel fresh. Do you know what that means? I now, finally, have the confidence I can run that marathon in November. I have the confidence my body can take it. Continue reading “Sportrusten: it works! My road to NYC Marathon”
The road to NYC is rough. As positive as I was at the beginning of my marathon training, I hadn’t counted on my body not delivering. And it all started out so great. My schedule proved to be the right one for me. Increasing mileage went smoothly. I had fun in running. I felt great. Strong. And then I got cocky. And I broke the number one rule: always listen to your body. Well, I did listen, of course I noticed the signs, I just didn’t act on it. Rest? I don’t need that! I’m stronger than that. Yeah, you can call me stupid. It all started with a minor infection. One that asked for an antibiotic. It helped. Of course it helped. That’s what antibiotics are for. But it asked a lot of my body. I felt better after a week. The fever broke. The pain was gone. I felt good. So, what’s the harm in running 27 kilometers. No matter that I didn’t run in a week. That my body had to work extra hard to beat the infection. Be strong. You can do this! Well, I soon found out my body didn’t agree with that assessment. Continue reading “Why rest is so important for your marathon training”
It’s a mess, isn’t it, the menopause. It feels like there will be no end to it. After my battle with the Mirena I gave my body 1,5 year to clean itself of added hormones. Mentally I felt great during that time. But physically? Every period again I had enormous abdominal pains. They only lasted two days, so it was manageable, but the pain! Continue reading “The contraceptive pill in menopause: to do or not to do”
Bij mij was het een goede vriendin die dit wondermiddel onder de aandacht bracht. Mond op mond werkt immers nog altijd het beste voor een heleboel producten. Van de aanbevelingen van mijn vriendin kan ik me herinneren:
- nooit meer ongesteld zijn
- geen last van de overgang
- nooit meer last van pms
- hormonen zijn beter in balans
Het klonk als een sprookje. Te mooi om waar te zijn eigenlijk. En dat was het ook. Continue reading “Het Mirena spiraal verwijderd. Ik ben een ander mens!”