I got my tubes tied at age 43, quit taking the pill, and was immediately plunged into hell. Okay, that sounds overly dramatic, but quite honestly, my journey through menopause, or hormonal restructuring as I termed it, (pausing my menses is just so not the whole thing, so why is it named that, the term is just so woefully inadequate, inaccurate) was on the far right side of that bell curve. The doctor said I was too young, that the average age was fifty something, and I said that the operative term in his sentence was average.
Anyways, we were, at the time, transitioning from SAD to vegetarian, so I cannot comment on the effects of this way of eating with respect to menopausal symptoms. However, my biggest problem was that that bitch, Madam Flash, would wake me up every two hours, I mean, honestly, I could frigging tell time by it! Thus I never got adequate rest. I got stupid, literally, because I wasn't rested, I couldn't think. I also know that not getting proper rest means I cannot control my appetite, or my choices. Even now, if I have a bad night, I have to be extra vigilant about my food choices. I have learned that even if I'm not sleeping, as long as I'm resting comfortably, it's alright, I'll be okay in the morning. So you might keep that thought in mind.
Watching the calorie density, that's been a very useful lesson for me, a saving grace. But I agree with the others, post menopausal means I need less calories to stay at a particular weight. Keeping a big pot of vegetable soup in the fridge is very handy for me. But take heart, I have lost two sizes, post menopause, and am almost where I think I want to be. Oh, and who doesn't need a bathroom break in the middle of the night? I always have, even as a young woman.