What you build now decides who you become later
for Women 40+
Your years ahead are built on what you do now. How you train, how you eat, how you recover, how you think, and how you honour your energy. This is where science meets soul, where strength training becomes a spiritual practice, and sauna bathing becomes devotion to the mind and body that carries your purpose.
YOUR Female Longevity Blueprint (for Women OVER 40)
As a woman in your 40s and 50s you are entering the most powerful decades of your life yet most longevity science still centres around men.
This guide changes that. Here you’ll find a science-led, female-specific blueprint designed to optimise your hormones, protect your brain, build metabolic resilience and future-proof your health for the next 35+ years.
From evidence-based nutrition and strength protocols to sleep, stress and other tools proven to support perimenopause and post-menopausal health, this is your essential longevity playbook.
Whether you want more energy, sharper thinking, stronger bones, a better mood, or a personalised strategy for thriving through midlife, everything in this playbook is built for your biology, psychology, and lived reality of being a woman in midlife. This includes how you look, how you feel in your clothes, and how you carry yourself in the world.
Dimple Sthankiya
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The most powerful longevity drug isn’t in a lab it’s sitting half-naked in a sauna.
Four sessions a week. Twenty minutes each.
40% lower risk of dying early. 66% lower risk of dementia.
That’s from 20 years of Finnish research on over 2,000 people. No hype. No crystals. Just sweat. Here’s why it’s borderline miraculous: heat exposure mimics exercise. Your heart rate climbs to light-cardio levels think Zone 2, blood vessels dilate, and heat-shock proteins flood your system. And lets not forget those tiny molecular bodyguards that repair your damaged cells, clearing out your junk, and making your mitochondria behave like they’re thirty again.
Regular sauna bathing cuts inflammation, improves circulation, boosts growth hormone, improves insulin resistance and trains your body to handle stress better. It even helps balance menopausal blood pressure and brain fog because, unlike your hormones, heat stress still shows up when you need it.
The science is so good it’s almost rude. Studies show that adding a fourth weekly session doesn’t just nudge the benefits up it leaps them exponentially. Three sessions are good; four are phenomenal.
Here’s what it feels like: you sit there questioning your life choices, sweat running down your spine, and then suddenly your brain releases serotonin and dopamine like you’ve won a neurological lottery. The stress you walked in with? Gone. The exhaustion that’s been your personality since 2020? Lifted.
Basically your nervous system gets a hard reset. Your skin glows like you’ve had eight hours’ sleep and an apology from your ex.
Do it four times a week. Twenty minutes. And every cell in your body will start whispering thank you.
If you can’t install one at home, join a gym, a spa, a dodgy-looking Scandinavian shed anything. The hardest part isn’t the heat. It’s deciding to start instead of bookmarking this for “later.” Which we both know means never. And your future self is already in the sauna wondering what’s taking you so long.
The Hot Habit That Outsmarts Ageing
LONGEVITY ISN'T LUCK. IT'S LIFESTYLE. THE BODY KNOWS WHAT SCIENCE IS ONLY JUST PROVING.
COLD PLUNGE
The first ten seconds are pure hell. Your body panics. Your lungs lock. Your brain starts writing your obituary. Then… the switch flips. Your mind sharpens. Your breath steadies. And you feel alive in a way you probably haven’t since the early 2000s.
That’s not enlightenment that’s neurochemistry.
Cold exposure floods your body with dopamine up to 250% higher and is sustained for hours. It’s focus, drive, and calm rolled into one hit. Unlike caffeine, it doesn’t spike and crash it steadies you. It also activates norepinephrine, the molecule of alertness, and beta-endorphins, nature’s painkillers.
The result? Mood elevation that rivals antidepressants.
For women, here’s where it gets seriously clever: Cold exposure improves insulin sensitivity, boosts brown fat activation, and lowers systemic inflammation - three things that tank post-40 when oestrogen starts ghosting you. It helps recalibrate your metabolism, stabilises blood sugar, and can even reduce hot flush frequency by cooling the hypothalamus (the bit of your brain that controls body temperature and loses the plot in perimenopause).
It’s stress training for your nervous system - a practice called hormesis: doing something uncomfortable so your body adapts and grows stronger. And it works astonishingly well for women.
In studies, short bursts of cold exposure, improved mood and energy in perimenopausal women more effectively, than mild antidepressants with zero side effects except twanting to tell every friend you know to “just try it.
But here’s the nuance almost nobody talks about especially in the “4°C or you’re weak” corner of the internet:
Women do not get the same benefits as men at extreme cold.
And we often get worse outcomes.
Thanks to differences in thermoregulation, progesterone shifts, and how your nervous system responds to stress, women hit cortisol spikes and thyroid suppression far faster in near-freezing water. Research from Dr. Stacy Sims and Suzanna Soderberg shows that for women, the metabolic sweet spot isn’t torture-level cold - it’s around 14–15°C. That’s where you'll get the dopamine hit, brown fat activation, and mitochondrial benefits without tipping into hormone chaos.
So yes cold works. But for women, smarter beats “colder” every time.
Start small: 30 seconds of cold at the end of your shower. Working up to two minutes. Then maybe the plunge pool, the tub, the lake. You’ll swear, you’ll gasp, and then you’ll grin like a maniac because you’ve just bio hacked your entire nervous system.
Cold is confidence. Cold is the cure for “I just can’t be bothered.”
Every plunge is proof that you can do hard things and come out the other side feeling electric.
I find it's the second before I make the decision to go cold that's hardest psychologically. When I am feeling scared I just start with the water a bit cooler, then cooler still, then I make it very cold.
So remember: women don’t need to go full-ice-bath to get the positive effects.
FIBRE FEEDS YOUR GUT & FIXES YOUR MOOD BECAUSE YOUR SECOND BRAIN IS RUNNING THE SHOW
Because it does.
EAT MORE PLANTS
FEED YOUR MICROBIOME
Because Your Muscles Are Not Going to Rebuild Themselves
GIVE YOUR BODY what it needs, and it will astonish you.
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LIFTS MOOD, SLEEP AND SEX DRIVE
SLASHES RISK OF ALZHEIMER'S OSTEOPOROSIS & METABOLIC DISEASE
REBUILDS BONE DENSITY
RAISES GROWTH HORMONE AND TESTOSTERONE
THERE MUST BE
A BETTER WAY
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Most women spend decades doing 2kg bicep curls because someone once told them they’d “bulk.” But hormonally? We literally can’t. Unless you’re injecting testosterone in a car park at midnight, you’re safe.
You don’t need 30-minute booty circuits. You need 4–8 reps with effort. Women respond incredibly well to near-failure training, the point where your face contorts into something you hope nobody films.
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WHY WOMEN QUIT
If strength training is your biological SKIMS, cardio is your longevity insurance policy, specifically, VO₂ Max, the measure of how efficiently your body uses oxygen. The blunt truth: your VO₂ Max score is one of the single strongest predictors of how long you’ll live. Not your weight. Not your cholesterol. Oxygen.
The higher your VO₂ Max, the lower your risk of everything bad heart disease, dementia, early death, mid-afternoon collapse. It’s that powerful. But here’s the good news, you don’t need to spend hours slogging on a treadmill.
The fix is SIT (Sprint Interval Training) twenty seconds of all-out effort, ninety seconds of rest, repeat six times. That’s it. Twelve minutes.
Researchers found that SIT improves mitochondrial function (your cellular batteries), boosts insulin sensitivity, and builds cardiovascular resilience just as effectively as traditional endurance training in one-tenth of the time.
For midlife women, this is gold. As oestrogen dips, your mitochondria which depend on it, start to sulk. Short, intense bursts of movement wake them up again. You'll burn fat more efficiently, regulate your hormones better, and rebuild energy.
THINK OF IT AS CARDIO FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE CARDIO.
Sprint up the stairs, pedal like your life depends on it, dance like you’ve just been dumped. Anything that leaves you utterly breathless for 20 seconds, then recover for 90 seconds.
Do that 1-3 times a week and you’ll rewire your metabolism, your mood, and your mitochondria. Because the real flex isn’t running marathons it’s hitting your 80s with lungs that still think you’re 35. Oxygen is youth.
YOUR VO2 MAX SCORE IS ONE OF THE SINGLE STRONGEST PREDICTORS OF HOW LONG YOU'LL LIVE
You just need to use the next 12 minutes properly.
BREATHWORK
AND EXHALE...
We’re all connected, you see. The breath you release is the breath I receive.
I’ve taught yoga for over 25 years, thousands of bodies, dozens of temperaments, every level of flexibility and self-doubt imaginable. And here’s what I know with absolute certainty: Yoga has never been about touching your toes. It’s about how well you can live inside your body.
The Science of What’s Actually Happening After 40
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A spinal decompression, shoulder stabiliser, hamstring lengthener, calf opener, and disc hydrator all in one.
You’re loading bones, strengthening fascia, re-educating the posterior chain, and giving your nervous system a structural reset.
It is the (peri)menopausal woman’s best friend.
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The to-do list gets louder. Your nose itches. You remember that weird thing you said in 2014. Welcome to the real work. I’ve taught meditation for over 25 years, and here’s what I know: most folk don't really feel like meditating cos it's confronting. But if you stick with it, it quietly becomes the most powerful tool you’ll ever own for your biology, your mind, and your soul.
LET'S START WITH THE SCIENCE.
Meditation lowers cortisol, raises serotonin, boosts GABA (your brain’s natural tranquilliser), and increases grey matter in the prefrontal cortex, the part responsible for focus, compassion, and emotional regulation. It simultaneously shrinks the amygdala otherwise known as your internal panic button, meaning the things that used to send you spinning barely register. It even slows cellular ageing by preserving your telomeres, the protective caps on your DNA that shorten with stress.
That calm you feel after meditating? That’s not “zen.” That’s measurable neuroplastic change. In MRI scans, long-term meditators literally show younger brains - thicker cortex, stronger connections, slower ageing.
And there’s more.
Each breath draws you out of fight-or-flight and into your parasympathetic restoration state, where your body can actually repair itself. Blood pressure drops. Immunity rises. Hormones rebalance. Cells regenerate. You are literally ageing in reverse while sitting still.
AND THEN SOMETHING SUBTLER STARTS TO HAPPEN.
The space between your thoughts expands. You feel connected to yourself, to intuition, to something greater that doesn’t need a name. You stop hustling for alignment and realise it was there all along, waiting for you to get quiet enough to notice. This is where the magic in meditation is.
It’s the spiritual side, the one neuroscience can’t quite measure but your soul absolutely recognises. The lived awareness that your energy creates your reality. You see when you change your internal frequency - calmer, clearer, more grounded - life starts to meet you there. Opportunities shift. Relationships ease. You stop trying to manifest from desperation and start magnetising from alignment.
MEDITATION IS MANIFESTATION IN MOTION, JUST VERY, VERY SLOWLY.
Ten minutes a day is a good start.
Twenty is better.
Forty is life-changing.
Do it first thing in the morning, last thing at night or simply whenever you can.
Because sitting in silence isn’t passive. I believe that it is the most radical act of power there is.
It completely rewires your brain, heals your body, and magnetises the life that matches your frequency.
There’s a moment when you sit down to meditate and your brain immediately screams, “REALLY DO I HAVE TO?”
meditation is probably the single most powerful tool i have ever used on a regular basis. IT'S SIMPLY MAGIC.
SLEEP IS ABSOLUTELY
non-negotiable
The 40+ Sleep Protocol
Sunlight is the master switch for your circadian rhythm. Get outside within two hours of waking and take at least ten minutes of real sunlight. That light hits your retina, locks in your circadian rhythm, steadies cortisol, boosts serotonin and primes evening melatonin. For women 40+, this simple daily ritual improves sleep, mood and metabolism.
The single biggest predictor of how long and well you’ll live isn’t what you eat it’s who you talk to. The Harvard Study of Adult Development, which has followed people for over 85 years, found one blindingly clear truth: good relationships keep us healthier and happier. Period.
Not wealth. Not status. Not even kale chips air-fried in Omega-3 oil.
Connection is the real longevity supplement.
HERE'S THE BIOLOGY:
When you connect and I mean really connect, your brain releases oxytocin, the “bonding hormone.” It lowers blood pressure, soothes the amygdala, and activates the vagus nerve, the master switch of calm. Your immune system literally recalibrates when you feel loved. People with strong social ties have lower inflammation, stronger immunity, and slower cellular ageing measured right down to their telomeres, the little caps that protect your DNA.
In other words, love keeps you younger at a cellular level. But midlife can be brutal for connection. You’re busy. Kids grow up. Parents fade. Friend groups shift.
The energy once spent on others starts turning inward not always in a bad way, but it can get lonely fast. And loneliness? Biologically, it’s toxic. It raises cortisol and inflammation, and increases mortality risk as much as smoking 15 cigarettes a day.
CONNECTION ISN'T SOFT. IT'S MEDICINE.
In the quiet corridors of my own life, I could see where relationships were either feeding me or draining me, and my body was keeping the score long before I was ready to admit it. There was a morning I remember it vividly, though nothing extraordinary happened when I found myself sitting at the kitchen table long after the tea had gone cold. There was no drama, no tears. Just a sudden, unmistakable awareness that something in my life had shifted, and I hadn’t caught up yet.
My phone lit up with two messages. The first was from a friend I’ve loved for years. A “thinking of you” voice note, warm and real in that way she always is. My shoulders instantly dropped; my breath deepened without effort. The second was from someone I was maintaining out of loyalty rather than truth. And before I could even open it, my chest tightened not with anger, just with quiet dread.
It was in that tiny, ordinary moment that I realised that my nervous system knew the truth about my relationships before my mind did. It had been speaking to me for years in whispers: the knot in my stomach around certain family conversations, the way my jaw clenched during a work call where I pretended to be “okay,” the shallow breathing that came whenever I needed to be the strong one, the deep, bodily relief of being with someone who saw me instead of the role I performed.
Science will tell you this is oxytocin, cortisol, vagal tone, allostatic load. But science doesn’t sit with you at the kitchen table on a Tuesday morning when nothing is wrong and yet everything feels off.
Science can’t describe the quiet grief of watching a parent age the way you’re suddenly the one steadying their arm even though part of you still feels twelve. It can’t capture the emotional archaeology that siblings dig up unintentionally, the old roles that cling to you like dust from a house you no longer live in. It doesn’t explain the marriage that looks fine from the outside but has become mostly logistics and polite silence. Or the way your grown child hugs you differently looser, less needy and you find yourself holding on a fraction too long.
Midlife relationships are not neat. They are not linear. They don’t seem to obey the rules we thought we understood in our twenties. They contract and expand without warning. They ask things of you that feel impossibly heavy, then offer moments of beauty that take your breath away. They reflect back the parts of yourself you’ve ignored, the truths you’ve avoided, the changes you’ve resisted.
I didn’t realise how much my health depended on these relationships until my own body started giving me feedback more honest than any doctor could. The exhaustion that wasn’t really exhaustion but emotional overload. The sleepless nights that had nothing to do with hormones and everything to do with suppressed conversations. The anxiety that I kept trying to meditate away, when what I needed was to stop investing time and energy in friendships that had expired years ago.
The unexpected joy, the almost-childlike ease, when I spent time with people who made me feel uncomplicatedly myself. You can’t fake this. Your biology doesn’t lie. And the truth the one I resisted for far too long is that longevity isn’t just about how long you live. It’s also about how connected you are while you’re living.
Every long-lived culture in the world has this in common: shared meals, shared burdens, shared history, shared afternoons where no one is rushing anywhere. They belong to each other. They don’t do life alone. There was a season when I tried to be self-sufficient. When I thought strength meant “I’ve got this,” even when I didn’t. When I prioritised productivity over presence, showy over vulnerability, politeness over honesty. I'd say I aged a decade in those years not visibly, but internally.
Stress carved itself into my ribcage. My body lived in survival mode. And no supplement could reach what loneliness had tightened. The turning came slowly, one honest conversation at a time. One boundary spoken out loud. One friendship that deepened because I finally allowed myself to be seen. One family member I forgave not because they deserved it, but because I needed the space in my own chest.
These moments both mundane and seismic also added to my longevity practices. Not just the ice baths. The saunas. But people. The right people. The ones who make my nervous system unclench. The ones who don’t need a curated version of me. The ones with whom silence isn’t a threat, but a kind of homecoming.
I’m convinced now that we age in two directions: chronologically and relationally. Our cells follow our relationships softening when we feel loved, tightening when we don’t, repairing when we feel safe, fraying when we don’t have anyone to collapse into. A long life is length. A good life is connection and a return to love. And midlife with all its losses, epiphanies and recalibrations is a good moment you realise you can choose both.
Like the people who make your breath steady. The ones who turn ordinary days into something warm and the ones who remind you you’re not meant to carry the whole world alone. I now strongly believe that deep connection should also figure as part of your longevity protocol.
Feeling loved literally slows ageing.
THE ULTIMATE LONGEVITY PROTOCOL? A STRONG HEART, GOOD FRIENDS, AND SOMEONE TO LAUGH WITH UNTIL YOU CRY.
ADAPTOGENS
BECAUSE YOUR BRAIN DESERVES BETTER THAN ROGUE HORMONES, CAFFEINE & WHATEVER FRESH HELL MIDLIFE THROWS AT YOU!
It’s not witchcraft. It’s just fungi with PhDs.
JOY & PURPOSE
For years you believed that desire was something that arrived from elsewhere summoned by another person, a shift in mood, a scent brushing past you on a crowded street. And when it began to thin out, when it no longer sparked on its own, you blamed age, or hormones, or the unremarkable tiredness of a life carried competently but heavily.
Have you thought to consider the quiet truth? That you have been living inches above your own skin, close enough to function, yet too far to feel. Desire doesn’t get less or die in your 40s and 50s it just gets tired of the admin required to pretend everything is fine. You've become efficient. Necessary. A woman who can be relied upon. And your body has turned into something vaguely utilitarian, a vehicle transporting your mind from room to room, your child/ren from home to school and back again, your responsibilities from one hour to the next. Efficiency is marvellous for spreadsheets, catastrophic for your nervous system.
Your body isn’t hostile, but it isn’t home either. And when the adrenaline finally drains from your system, that brittle fuel you’ve mistaken for vitality, what actually settles in its place isn’t calm. It's a hollowed-out quiet. And beneath it, a question you’ve been avoiding:
WHERE HAVE I GONE?
You see, you don’t lose pleasure all at once. It slips away in increments - in your shallow breath, a clenched jaw, the way your shoulders unconsciously rise as though preparing for impact, even when nothing’s coming. You tell yourself you’re tired. You tell yourself it’s life. But the truth is way simpler, you cannot feel when you’re guarding the fortress. You can’t feel anything while you’re clenching every muscle like a human inbox. You cannot want while your nervous system is on watch.
Yes it's true, your chemistry does shift in midlife. Oestrogen pulls away like a car on your drive, your blood flow changes and your brain decides to get creative and redraws your map of desire. However, the story you’ve inherited and learned, the one that says your desire fades with age is wrong and I believe not particularly helpful either. What really happens is that the noise dies down enough for you to hear what your body has been requesting for years: PRESENCE.
You see presence is far sexier than anything you attempted in your twenties and thirties, mostly because it's so rare. It returns in the smallest, most domestic moments, the ones you nearly dismiss like hot water tracing the curve of your spine, sunlight warming your knees as you sit by a window, the unfamiliar but unmistakable weight of your own hand resting lightly at your thigh. Sensation begins to gather in faint ripples, like the low hum of electricity flickering back after an outage. It isn't dramatic or cinematic. It's a quiet way for your desire to come back. Sometimes the most erotic moment of the day is realising you’ve been breathing like a fugitive for a decade.
And then, unexpectedly, something deepens within you, a widening in your awareness perhaps, a pulse low down in your belly, a warmth that doesn’t demand anything, doesn’t escalate. It isn’t the restless hunger of youth or anything like that. It’s something steadier. It's more something akin to discernment. It's when you realise that sex was never meant to disappear it was just meant to mature, to grow more textured, less sparky, more current, more sultry, less spectacle, more truth.
Your body still wants it just with less drama, and instinctively it leans towards what feels good. It wants warmth. Contact. Tenderness. A mouth at your shoulder. Breath shared in close proximity. It wants that moment when thought loosens its grip on you and sensation takes over, your world narrowing to pulse, pressure, breath. It’s astonishing how much desire returns when you stop treating your own body like a colleague you’re slightly afraid of.
Science can diagram the whole thing if it likes, dopamine rising, oxytocin smoothing the edges, nitric oxide opening pathways. Basically biology doing its unshowy, reliable work. But deep deep inside your body, it all feels so much simpler. doesn't it? You feel alignment. You feel gravity, gentle, anchoring, inevitable. Biology isn’t subtle it’s basically tapping you on the shoulder saying, “Darling, either we feel something soon or I’m filing a complaint.”
Midlife desire changes and that's natural and just different from before. But to be clear it is in no way any lesser. It might be slower, more atmospheric, more conversational. It might ask for your attention but this time around it gives more in return. There's an intelligence to it, perhaps a depth unavailable to you when you were younger and too busy auditioning for a role you never applied for. Midlife sex isn’t deeper because you’re older, it’s deeper because you’ve finally stopped pretending to be something you're not.
The thing about pleasure, real pleasure, is that it refuses to negotiate. It doesn’t care about age or weight or whether you’re “in the mood.” It has no interest in youth. It asks only that you return to yourself. Fully. Without apology. And that mythic “goddess” you hear about? She isn’t floating in incense smoke. She’s far more grounded. She lives in the warm slipstream beneath your ribs, in the subtle ache behind the sternum, in the fingertips when they hover too long. She’s the part of you that rises when you stop being so bloody polite with yourself. When you finally allow your inner wild blossom to take charge with proceedings!
You see she doesn’t want you younger. She just wants you present, in the moment. Here and now.
So yes touch yourself. Or let someone else touch you. Or simply let life touch you again. Slow down.
Take your time. Let sensation sit without needing to justify itself. Honestly, desire didn’t evaporate it just went on strike until management offered better working conditions.
BTW there is nothing indulgent about this. It's physiology meeting permission and biology remembering its purpose: connection, warmth, relief, grounding and SENSUALITY. We talk about longevity as though it’s measured strictly in data points. But perhaps it’s also measured in these fleeting returns when you step back inside your own skin, when your breath deepens, when sensation gathers, when you stop pretending and start deeply living the life you already have. With more ease, with more power, with that scent of perfume that lingers in your hair.
A FIELD NOTE ON COMING BACK TO YOUR BODY
Pleasure isn’t a distraction from living. It’s confirmation you are still here.
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