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If you're on HRT and it's been brilliant for you, but you've still got achey joints that never came good, this is worth a read. Because I finally worked out why, and nobody had ever bothered to tell me. 💕 Right, first things first, the HRT. I will defend that stuff to anyone who'll listen. It changed my life. And I don't say that lightly, I'm not one for being dramatic, but it genuinely did, it changed my life. Because before it, I was in a right state, only I didn't really know it at the time, you don't, do you. You just think, well, this is me now. I wasn't sleeping a wink, soaked through in the night, throwing the covers off and dragging them back on, then wide awake at three staring at the ceiling. The hot flushes would come over me out of nowhere, in the middle of Tesco, in a meeting, didn't matter. The brain fog was the worst of it, I'd take myself upstairs for something and stand there on the landing without the foggiest what I'd come up for. And the moods, I'd snap at everyone and then feel terrible about it. I felt flat. Old. Just not me. And I'd more or less decided that was the rest of my life sorted out for me, all downhill from there. And then I got on the HRT, the right one for me, mind, it took a while to get there, and within a few months it was like somebody had handed me back to myself. I slept. The fog cleared. I felt warm and human and like I could be bothered with things again. I can't tell you the difference. So if you're sat there wondering whether to go for it, don't ask me, because I'll only ever tell you to do it. Best thing I ever did, hands down. So I wanted that said nice and loud before the next part. Because this isn't me having a pop at HRT. It's the opposite. It's the thing I wish someone had told me to do alongside it. Because the HRT sorted near enough everything. Except my joints. And that was what did my head in. Because I thought, well, it's sorted all the rest, the sleep, the moods, the fog, the lot, so my dodgy knees'll surely come good and all, won't they, just give it time. So I gave it time. Gave it months. And nothing. If anything they got worse. It's mainly my knees, hips a little. Coming down the stairs of a morning like I'm about thirty years older than I am, one step at a time, hand gripping the rail. That stiffness when you've been sat a while and have to stand there a sec before you trust your weight on it. Doing an hour in the garden and then hobbling about for two days after, when it never used to cost me a thought. It's not agony, I don't want you picturing me in a heap. It's just there. All the blooming time. The one thing that never came good when everything else did. 😔 And, well. I'll tell you the truth, because what's the point otherwise. It got to me more than I let on. Nobody knew. But finally feeling like you again after all that, and then there's still this one thing nagging away, making you feel like an old woman before your time. You start having these little thoughts, don't you. Like, maybe this is just me now. Maybe it really is just my age and I'd best get used to it. I never said any of that to a soul. But it was there, ticking away in the back of my head. So I brought it up at my HRT review. Told the nurse, look, my joints still aren't right. And honestly, nothing. 😤 She nodded along, ever so nice, and said oh, it's very common at our age, try a joint supplement from the chemist, the glucosamine ones, take a paracetamol if it flares up. And that was it. That was the sum total. Your age. Glucosamine. Paracetamol. Off you pop. 😤 And I could've screamed, because I'd already been taking the glucosamine for months and it did absolutely nothing. And it's the same every time, isn't it. You finally pluck up the courage to say something's wrong, and they pat you on the head, tell you it's your age, and send you off with a paracetamol. Do you know how hard I had to fight just to get the HRT in the first place? Years of being told it was just the menopause and to get on with it. It's your age, love. As if that's an answer. So I came away thinking, is that really all there is then. Tablets and grinning and bearing it. Now, here's what still annoys me, and it's half the reason I'm sat here on a Saturday morning writing all this down. The thing that finally gave me my answer? It wasn't a doctor. It wasn't the nurse. It was a post on Facebook, a bit like this one, some woman explaining the whole thing, and it was like a light going on. And like a fool, I kept scrolling and didn't save it. I've looked for it so many times since and just cannot find it again. So I'm writing my own, so the next woman doesn't lose it like I nearly did. What she explained, and what I went and checked for myself after, was so simple I was almost cross nobody had put it to me before. It's this. HRT tops your hormones back up. That's its job, and it does it beautifully, that's exactly why I felt so much better in myself. But topping your hormones back up is not the same thing as rebuilding what your body's already lost while those hormones were dropping. And one of the main things you lose, in all those years, is collagen. Loads of it. And collagen, see, I'd always thought that was a face cream sort of word, something to do with wrinkles. It is not. It's the actual cushioning inside your joints. The padding in your knees and hips that stops the bones grinding and keeps everything moving nicely. And in the lead-up to all this, while my hormones were going haywire, my body had quietly been losing that cushioning out of my joints. So the HRT topped my hormones back up, lovely, and that's why I felt human again. But it was never going to crawl inside my knees and put back the padding that had already worn away. That's just not what it's for. It's a totally different job. And there I'd been, two years, waiting for it to fix something it never could on its own. 🙌 And when that finally clicked, honestly. I can't even tell you where I was when it landed, but I know I was well chuffed. Because it meant it was never that I was just getting old and had to lump it. It was that the one thing my knees actually wanted, the collagen put back, was the one thing the HRT was never going to give them. There was an answer after all. So what you want, alongside your HRT, not instead of it, never instead of it, is to put that collagen back yourself. And the one that kept cropping up everywhere, the one that's actually made properly for this and not just some cheap thing they've knocked together, is called Elavate. And the reason it does the trick for your joints, when that glucosamine never did a thing for mine, is it's the proper collagen that rebuilds the cushioning itself. And there's more than one type in it, because your body wants different sorts for different jobs, and the cheap ones can't be bothered. It's got hyaluronic acid in it and all, for the fluid round the joint, keeping it moving smooth, like oil in a hinge. And a big dose, eight grams, far more than you'll get in the bargain ones. It's not a painkiller, it's not covering anything up. It's putting back the actual thing my joints had run out of. ⭐ And what sealed it for me was the reviews. Over twenty thousand women in the UK, all five stars, and so many of them saying the exact same thing I'd been feeling, that they were on HRT and doing really well apart from the joints, and this was the missing piece. So I started taking it alongside my HRT. And I kept the HRT exactly as it was, I want that crystal clear, I'd not come off that for anything. A scoop in a glass of milk every morning, tastes of chocolate, no bother at all. First month, I'll be honest with you, not a lot happened. I did think, oh here we go, another glucosamine. But I stuck at it, and round about the eight week mark, I came down the stairs one morning and I was at the bottom before it even dawned on me I'd done it normal. No rail. No wincing. Not one step at a time like an old woman. Just walked down them. I stood at the bottom a bit gobsmacked, because I'd well and truly made my peace with that being gone for good. 🙌 By a few months in, that stiffness getting up out of the chair had gone. I did a whole afternoon in the garden and wasn't hobbling about for days after. That aching that had become the background noise of my whole life had quietened right down. And if anything I felt a bit silly, that I'd spent two years thinking this was just my lot, when all it needed was putting back the one thing I'd run short of. 💛 So if you're on HRT, and you love it like I do, but your knees or your hips are still nagging away at you, and somebody's fobbed you off and told you it's just your age, please, please don't take that as the end of it. Your HRT is doing exactly what it's supposed to. This is just the one job it can't do for you, and you can sort the rest yourself, alongside it, dead easy. ⚠️ Quick warning, mind, it does sell out. I got caught short waiting on it to come back in once, so I keep a spare in the cupboard now. Oh, and there's a money-back guarantee on it, three months, send it back if it does nothing for you. So you're risking nothing by giving it a go, are you. Which is a sight more than I can say for the two years I sat waiting on my HRT to do a job it was never built for. 👇 Link's below. It's the UK one, the proper one with the collagen and the hyaluronic acid in it, more than one type. That's the one that matters. If you're on HRT and still aching away, this is what nobody tells us ladies about lol. Hope it helps some of you. x