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I stopped tucking my blouse in about 3 years ago. Not all at once. Not on any particular day. I just started letting it hang out over the waistband of my slacks, and I told myself it was because that's the way the young ladies at Dillard's were wearing them now. I told myself it was fashion. It was not fashion. It was the 3 inches that had shown up around my middle over the previous 4 years, and I did not know what to do about them, and I did not want anybody at church to notice them, so I let my blouses hang and I stopped wearing anything with a belt. My name is Sondra. I'm 58 years old. I have been the church secretary at First Methodist in McAlester, Oklahoma for 14 years. My husband Wayne is 62, and he owns a little auto glass repair shop on North Main that has been in his family since 1971. We have one daughter named Kelsey. She's 34, and she lives up in Oklahoma City with her husband and 2 boys, ages 5 and 3. I love those boys more than I have ever loved anything except their mother and Wayne. I have not been able to bend down and pick up the little one, Emmett, for about 2 years now. Not because of my back. Because of my middle. You cannot bend down and pick up a 3 year old boy off the floor when there is a soft pillow of a stomach in the way of your hip crease. I had been through what I had been through. I stopped having my periods 5 years ago. It was not the big dramatic passage that some women describe. Mine was quiet. My cycle got weird for about 8 months and then it stopped, and I felt a little different in a lot of little ways, and I got on with my life. But the middle started coming. At first I told myself it was nothing. I'd always been a size 10 through 12. I went up to a 14 and I told myself it was normal. Every woman's body changes after menopause. Everybody knows that. Then I went up to a 16. And I told myself the same thing. Then I went up to a 16 and my waist did not match my hips anymore. My hips were still a 16. My waist wanted to be an 18. That was when I stopped tucking my blouse in. I did everything the magazines told me to do. I walked. I have walked 3 mornings a week with my friend Marlene for 6 years. We do 2 miles around the neighborhood and we get back to my kitchen and we have coffee and we solve everybody's problems. I ate what they told me to eat. I did Weight Watchers on the app for 8 months. I did the Mediterranean diet for 6 months. I did intermittent fasting for 10 weeks in the spring of 2022, which nearly killed my sweet husband because Wayne loves his breakfast and I could not stand watching him eat it while I sat there with my coffee. I lost 4 pounds and I gained 6 back. My waist did not move an inch. There is a photograph of me from Kelsey's baby shower in the summer of 2019 that I have not been able to look at since 2020. I was standing next to Kelsey, and she was 6 months pregnant with Emmett, and I had my arm around her shoulder, and I was wearing a coral blouse I loved. That woman in the coral blouse had a waist. She had cheekbones. She looked like me the way I remembered me. I do not know what happened to that woman between the summer of 2019 and the summer of 2022, but she left. And the woman who was there in her place did not want her picture taken. The Wednesday night potluck was in September. First Methodist has a Wednesday night supper twice a month. The ladies rotate who brings what. I always bring my mother's coffee cake. That is my thing. It is the thing they know me for. That Wednesday, I walked into the fellowship hall carrying my coffee cake in the same 9 by 13 Pyrex I have used for 20 years, and I set it down on the dessert table, and I turned around and I saw Lorene Whitfield across the room. Lorene is the deacon's wife. Her husband Bill has been a deacon at our church for 16 years. Lorene and I have known each other the whole time. She is 63, tall, always wore her clothes a certain way. She'd been carrying about 25 or 30 extra pounds around her middle since I'd known her. Same as me, more or less. It was one of the things that made me feel comfortable around her. I had not seen Lorene since about April because she and Bill had gone to visit their kids in Colorado for a long stretch and then Lorene's mother had passed and Lorene had been up in Tulsa with her family for weeks at a time. The Lorene across the fellowship hall that Wednesday night was not the Lorene I had said goodbye to in April. She had a waist. She was wearing a dress with a belt. A yellow dress. Her hair was different. Her face was different. She looked like she'd shed 8 years. I stood there at the dessert table with my hand still on my Pyrex and I just stared. She saw me. She walked over. She hugged me tight and she said, Sondra, honey, I've missed you. I said, Lorene. You look. You look. I don't know what to say. She laughed. She said, come sit with me. Get a plate. Come sit with me at the corner table. I got a piece of catfish and some okra and a spoonful of Norma Sue's macaroni salad and a slice of banana bread that I had no business eating, and I carried my plate over to the corner table where Lorene was already sitting. I sat down across from her. I said, okay. Tell me. She said, tell you what. I said, Lorene, don't do that to me. Tell me. She smiled and she put down her fork and she said, Sondra, my nephew Cade is a physician's assistant up in Tulsa. I said, I remember Cade. Bill's sister's boy. She said, that's the one. He and I had a long talk in April when we were up there for my mother's service, because I said something at the dinner table one night about how I couldn't lose the weight around my middle no matter what I tried, and Cade got very quiet, and then he asked me if I wanted him to explain something to me. I said, and. She said, and I said yes. And what he told me changed some things. I put down my fork. I said, Lorene, if you tell me you did some kind of expensive program with shots or a coach, I don't want to hear it. I can't afford any of that and I don't want to know it worked for you. She said, Sondra, no. That is not what happened. She said, Cade explained something to me about what happens inside a woman's body after menopause. He said, Aunt Lorene, your body has a process. That process controls how fast the food you eat turns into sugar. She said, when we're 30 that process runs the way it's supposed to. Food comes in, it breaks down slowly, sugar trickles into your blood, your body handles it easily. You don't think about it. Your waist stays your waist. She said, but that process gets worn down over time. Stress wears it down. Processed food wears it down. The environment wears it down. And once you go through menopause, on top of everything else, your hormones shift, and the whole system gets tired in a new way. She said, so what happens is, food starts turning into sugar faster than your body is built to handle. Your body dumps insulin to catch up. And when your insulin's running high all the time, your body wants to store what it's getting. And where does a woman's body like to store it after menopause. Right where you and I have been looking. She pointed at her own belly. She said, right here. I sat there with a piece of banana bread halfway to my mouth. I said, so the diet doesn't matter. She said, that's not what he told me. Diet matters. He said, Aunt Lorene, if you're eating garbage all day, no supplement in the world is going to save you. But he also said, if you're eating right and walking and doing everything you know how to do and it isn't working, then you're not the problem. Your pathway is worn down. And you need to give it what it needs to work again. I said, and what does it need. Lorene took a sip of her sweet tea. She said, Cade told me about pomegranate. I said, pomegranate. Like the juice. She said, no honey. Not the juice. Not the seeds. The peel. I said, the peel. She said, the peel. She said, most people throw it in the trash. It's the part with the highest concentration of the compounds that matter. There's a class of compounds in the pomegranate peel called punicalagins. Some of the most studied antioxidant compounds in nature. Ancient healers called pomegranate the fruit of life. Cade said the modern research is starting to explain why. She said, what the punicalagins seem to do, based on the research Cade told me about, is help support that pathway. The one that controls how fast carbohydrates break down into sugar. When that pathway is better supported, sugar can enter your blood more gradually. The way it used to when you were younger. The spikes can ease. The cravings can settle. Your insulin doesn't have to run so high all the time. She said, and when your insulin isn't running so high all the time, your body stops sending everything you eat to that place around your middle. She said, that's what I understood him to say. I'm not a nurse. I'm a deacon's wife. But I listened. I said, and you took it. She said, I started it in the last week of April. Two capsules every morning with my coffee. I didn't change my diet at all for the first 6 weeks because I wanted to see what happened without changing anything else. I said, and. She said, and by the end of week 4, my afternoon craving for cookies had settled way down. I've been having a 3 o'clock cookie every day for about 15 years, Sondra. It just stopped calling me. She said, by the end of week 6, my waistband was looser. Same clothes. She said, by the end of week 8, I decided to add in some other things. I quit the Coke Zero, which had been a habit. I started walking with Bill in the evenings, which I hadn't been doing. And it all just started snowballing. She said, I've lost 22 pounds since May. Almost all of it right here. She patted her side. I sat there with my plate in front of me and I said, where do you get it. She said, a company called Auniva. And this part matters, so I want you to write it down, Sondra. Most pomegranate supplements you'll see at Reasor's or the vitamin store are made from the juice or the seeds. They're standardized to a compound called ellagic acid. That is a different compound. Cade was very specific about this. If you're going to try this, you want it standardized to punicalagins from the peel. Auniva is the one Cade told me to get. I have been on their bottle since April and I trust it. I did not write it down. I remembered it. I ordered the bottle when I got home that night. Wayne watched me at the kitchen table on my laptop and he did not say anything. Wayne is a man who has watched me try things for a long time. He knows better than to comment on any of it. The bottle came in 5 days. Small, plain label, Auniva across the top. Two capsules every morning with coffee. I put it on the counter next to the coffee maker so I would see it. Week 1. Nothing. Week 2. Nothing. I told Marlene on our Tuesday morning walk. I said, Marl, I don't think anything is happening. She said, Sondra, Lorene said 4 weeks. Give it 4 weeks. Marlene had been rooting for me since the Wednesday I told her about the potluck conversation. Week 3. Nothing. Week 4 was when the 3 o'clock thing changed. I have had, for a long time, a moment in the middle of the afternoon at my desk in the church office when I would open my snack drawer and eat something. Usually a granola bar. Sometimes a bag of pretzels from the vending machine down the hall. Once in a while, if it had been a hard day, one of the little single serve packets of trail mix from the Dollar General next door. Week 4, a Thursday, I looked up from a spreadsheet of the fall pledge drive and it was 3:47 PM and I had not opened the drawer. I sat there and I stared at the drawer. Then I closed the spreadsheet and I went to make more coffee. Week 5, I didn't think about the drawer once. The whole week. Week 6, my waistband started giving me a little room. Same navy work slacks. Just a little more air between the fabric and my belly. Week 7, I put on a blouse I had not been able to wear since the summer of 2020. Just to see. It fit. Not perfectly. But it fit. I stood in front of the closet mirror with it on and I turned to the side and I looked at myself for the first time in a long time. Wayne came into the bedroom and he saw me looking. He said, Sondie, what's wrong. I said, nothing's wrong. He said, why are you looking at yourself like that. I said, because I haven't done this in a long time. He came over. He stood behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders. He said, you look like you again. I said, I feel like me again. I took the boys to the state fair in Muskogee 2 weeks after that. Kelsey brought them down for a Saturday. Emmett, the little one, wanted to see the pigs. He grabbed my hand at the entrance and he pulled me toward the barn. Somewhere between the goat pen and the funnel cake stand, he stopped in the middle of the aisle and he lifted his arms up. Grandma. Up. I looked down at him. I bent down. I picked him up. I carried that 34 pound boy from the goat pen all the way to the pig barn on my hip like I used to carry his mother in 1990. I did not put him down until he asked me to. Kelsey took a picture. I let her. I'm 58 years old. I have been a size 16 with a waist that wanted to be an 18 for 3 years, and I told myself I had to accept it, and I did not want to accept it, and every woman I know had told me at some point that this is just what happens after menopause and I had to make peace with it. I did not want to make peace with it. I wanted to feel like the woman in the coral blouse at Kelsey's baby shower in 2019. I don't know if I look like her. I probably don't. I'm 5 years older than her and life is life. But I feel like her. My blouse is tucked in. My grandson is on my hip. My picture is on my daughter's phone. That is what I have to tell you. If your middle has been climbing since you went through menopause, and if you have done everything the magazines told you to do and none of it is working, and if you have stopped letting people take your picture because you don't recognize the woman in it, I want to tell you about Auniva Pomegranate. It's an organic concentrated extract from the peel of the pomegranate, standardized to punicalagins, the compounds that seem to matter for what your body is trying to do. Made in the USA. Two capsules every morning with your coffee. They have a 90 day guarantee. If it doesn't do for you what Lorene described and what I felt, you ship the bottle back and they refund every penny. That's the deal. Go read what they have to say about it yourself. Then decide. 👉 https://auniva.co/pom/5 P.S. About the peel. Lorene made me remember this and I am going to make you remember it. Most pomegranate supplements are made from the juice or the seeds, and they are standardized to a compound called ellagic acid. Auniva is standardized to punicalagins from the peel. Two different compounds. Two different products. If you're going to try pomegranate for what I've described, get the one that's standardized to punicalagins from the peel. That's Auniva. P.P.S. About the guarantee. You order a bottle, you try it for up to 90 days, and if it isn't doing anything for you, you ship the bottle back and they refund every penny. You do have to send the bottle back. That is fair and that is how a real guarantee works. I have not sent mine back because I am not sending it back. But I looked at their return policy before I ordered because Wayne raised me right when it comes to reading the fine print, and it is plain English and it is honest. P.P.P.S. My grandson Emmett does not remember a grandmother who could not pick him up. He is 3 years old. His whole memory of me is a grandmother who bends down and picks him up and carries him to the pig barn. I would like to keep it that way for as long as the good Lord lets me. I do not know if Auniva Pomegranate is the reason my body started doing what I have been asking it to do for years, or a reason, or part of the reason. What I know is that a woman named Lorene Whitfield sat across from me at a corner table in a fellowship hall in September and told me the truth about what she had figured out, and I listened, and my life 4 months later is a life I did not think I was going to get back. That is what this stuff gave me. Time on this earth in a body I recognize. A grandson on my hip. A blouse tucked in. 👉 https://auniva.co/pom/5

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