Welcome! On this page, you'll find a list of favorite products you'll often find me talking about on my blog, in emails and on social.
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Health Gadgets
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Beauty Products
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Health Gadgets
Tried my new red light therapy belt for the first time. Sat there glowing like Iron Man… My dog wouldn’t stop barking. Pretty sure he thinks I joined a sci-fi cult.
Red Light Therapy Belt
I’m officially obsessed with my red light therapy belt. I bought it to tackle my“old lady cellulite”(yes, the dimples had dimples), and now I use it religiously—like it’s my anti-aging superhero cape.
The wrinkles? Softening. The mood? Elevated. The cellulite? Running scared.
Honestly, I slap it on, sip my coffee, and pretend I'm at a spa instead of hiding from my kids in the laundry room. It's like self-care... but sci-fi.
My weighted vest and I are in a committed relationship. I strap it on for my daily walks like a woman on a mission—because apparently, in perimenopause, your body thinks “burning calories” is optional. 🙃
Do I look like a suburban SWAT team member? Yes. Do I care? Not even a little.
It’s my secret weapon: boosts calorie burn, helps my bone density, and makes me feel like a badass while power-walking past confused neighbors.
10/10 recommend for all my fellow hormonally betrayed sisters. Add weight, lose fluff. 💪🚶♀️🔥
Yes, it’s a waist trainer. Yes, it counts as ahealth gadget(don’t judge me).
Look, I’m in my “I’ll try anything once” era—red light belts, weighted vests, collagen in my coffee… why not wrap my midsection like a burrito if it helps me feel snatched?
Does it work? Who knows. But I look like I’ve got my life together when I wear it, and that’s half the battle.
I got a posture corrector because my spine was starting to resemble a question mark.
Now I wear it like a medieval torture device with benefits. Do I feel mildly attacked every time it pulls my shoulders back? Yes. Do I suddenly walk like I have my life together? Also yes.
It's like having a tiny, judgmental grandma on my back saying, “Sit up straight, sweetie.” And honestly? I needed that.
I started taking all these supplements to feel younger and more energetic. Now I have a pill organizer that looks like a mini pharmacy… and I still forget half of them.
Apparently, my memory needs supplements too.
Lymphatic Detox & Drainage Drops
“Because your lymph isn’t lazy, it’s justperimenopausal.” Bloaty? Puffy? Stagnant? These drops help your body move the gunk so you can feel lighter, clearer, and a little less like a human sponge. 💧 Perfect for the over-35 club whose hormones forgot how todrain and detox like they used to.
Started using this fat-burning collagen powder because apparently, my metabolism needed a pep talk.
Tastes great (which is impressive because I’m picky), and I like to think it’s quietly torching the stubborn fluff while I pretend to be a fitness guru.
Bonus points: my skin’s glowing, so now I’m basically a fat-burning glow stick.
Can’t promise miracles, but I’m definitely feelingfierce.🔥✨
Okay, hear me out: creatine isn’t just for muscle bros anymore. I started taking it after reading up on how it helps withperimenopause brain fog—yes, my forgetful, “Where did I put my keys?” moments are now officially sponsored by science.
Thanks to a podcast by Mel Robbins (who’s basically my life coach now), I gave it a try. Result? My brain feels less like a foggy swamp and more like a mildly caffeinated squirrel.
Bonus: I’m still not lifting cars, but my mental stamina is definitely leveling up. Perimenopause, I’m coming for you. 💪🧠
I own so many beauty products, my bathroom looks like a mini Sephora. Every night, I layer on potions like a mad scientist—still waiting on the magic to happen.
At least my shelf looks fabulous.
Face Moisturizer
I bought this face moisturizer hoping to look dewy and youthful… not like a tired croissant.
Now I slather it on morning and night like it’s the secret to eternal life. Is it working? Who knows. Do I feel fancy and hydrated? Absolutely.
10/10 would moisturize my feelings with it too. 💁♀️✨
Bought a new “all-natural, multi-surface, miracle” cleaner. It smells like a lemon had a nervous breakdown—but I’ve never scrubbed my counters with more joy.
Did it change my life? No. Did it make me feel like I’ve got my life together for five whole minutes? Absolutely.
Steam Mop
I got a steam mop and suddenly I’m a woman who mopson purpose.
It spits out hot steam like a tiny, angry dragon—and somehow makes my floors cleaner than my entire life.
I used to dread mopping. Now I do it like I’m starring in a cleaning montage. Miracle worker? More like floor therapist.