The Path to being…The Menopause Strategist

Hello! I’m Marjie Martini

If you found this page that means you might be looking for some answers or HOPE! I’m here to tell you that the second half of your life doesn’t have to be a horror film starring Brain Fog, Belly Fat, and Aniexty. I’m The Menopause Strategist, and I’ve earned that title the hard way—by almost lighting my kitchen on fire (twice!) and spending an approximate fortune quick fixes that  that didn’t work or only worked a little bit.

For 25 years, I lived and breathed the beauty industry. Helping women look and feel good inside and out was my mantra. I was always looking for the newest, coolest thing, and you’ll stay perfect forever. By 40, I was a walking wellness billboard: consistent weight, plant-powered diet, a literal mountain of supplements, yoga, surfing, and running. I thought I had the “aging code” completely cracked.

Then, life (and hormones) sent a hilarious, terrifying memo: “LOL, nope.”

My 40s started with a gentle whisper of chaos. First came the diagnoses that made no sense: hypothyroidism and adult-onset exercise-induced asthma (thanks, Dr., for blaming my childhood smoking house!). The “solutions” were a cocktail of meds and a puffer. Cute.

But the real party started soon after: periods so heavy I considered wearing a diving suit, muscle fatigue that turned me into a perpetually exhausted lump, and a brain fog so thick I was convinced I had early-onset Alzheimer’s. (My father had it, and my terror was real.)

My doctor’s advice for the heavy periods? “Go back on the Pill.” (Hard pass.) No ultrasound, no gynecologist, and absolutely zero mention of that spicy little word called perimenopause.

I got desperate. I went gluten-free (for two years!), meditated until my head floated, and tried to force my way through exercise—only to crash so hard every afternoon that I developed a serious, necessary addiction to coffee (lots of it). Being hyper-organized, I also started making lists, and then making reminders to check the lists. It was a paranoid, terrified, and slightly tragic comedy of errors.

I was making terrible relationship choices and my house-fire near-misses were becoming a running gag. I was suffering, confused, and embarrassed.

The Oracle and the $6,000 “Aha!” Moment

My life changed when I met an incredible woman—an astrologer who was more of a wise oracle. She was in her early 60s, looked amazing, and dropped two essential truths: bio-identical hormones and a book called Sex, Lies and Menopause.

I went on a ten-year, cross-continental mission to find a doctor who knew their stuff. It cost me over $6,000 for the initial consultation and blood work (thanks, Hong Kong!). The results? I was completely deficient in B12 and Testosterone, low in Progesterone, and my hormones were, scientifically speaking, completely effed after 5-7 years of perimenopausal nonsense.

The bio-identical hormones were a game-changer. Within weeks, my memory returned, the fog lifted, and my energy soared. But the heavy periods persisted—fibroids, they said. “Just deal with it until it stops,” was the general medical consensus. So, I tried everything: supplements, iron (because I was anemic), and yes, even vagina steaming (don’t judge, I was desperate!).

The Grand Finale and The Pivot

At 49, after a year of intense stress—a best friend’s death, a narcissistic relationship breakup, and a Mexican house renovation (phew!)—my body literally said, “I’m out.” Twelve days of hemorrhaging landed me in a Mexican hospital for an emergency hysterectomy. My life was saved, but the recovery was a grueling and life reflective.

Six months later, I felt great… then COVID hit, followed by a new business. I ran on pure, uninterrupted cortisol until one day I looked in the mirror and said, “Who is that fat, old lady?!” The belly fat was the final, rude shock.

My old 80-day nutrition/exercise program that used to work? Well it didn’t. My body had changed the rules.

The Strategist is Born

I hit the nutrition and exercise rabbit hole again. I tried fasting, cleanses, colonics, and even plastic surgery (another three months of hell-recovery where I seriously questioned all my life choices).

But that recovery time was also my moment of clarity. I started listening. In my daily meditations, I asked my body, “What do you need?”

The answers were loud and clear: More protein! Stop running! Lift heavy weights! Power Yoga, not just restorative! And BREATHE!

I realized my journey doesn’t end—it’s always changing. My hormone script adjusts with the seasons, my sleep is non-negotiable, and my meditation (even a short one) is the absolute priority.

I’ve learned to say “no” a lot, established epic boundaries, and frankly, I have far fewer “fucks to give.”

This crazy, chaotic, beautiful journey—full of drama, trauma, tears, rage, and pure happiness—has given me one gift: power and unparalleled knowledge.

My Mission

Women do not need to suffer! You don’t have to “stick it out” or “just deal with it.”

There is no quick fix—it’s a symphony of Hormones, Nutrition, Exercise, Stress Management, and Community Support. Every woman is unique, and her toolbox needs a custom strategy.

My intention as The Menopause Strategist is to help you build that custom toolbox so you can stop asking, “WTF is happening to me?” and start THRVING all through your 40s, 50s, and beyond.

Don’t let menopause almost take you out—let’s make you a priority.

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