Nutrition Coaching

When I was younger, I thought I'd never find a community to call my own. I tried every hobby and sport under the sun. Nothing ever clicked for me. Everything I tried felt like taking a shot in the dark.

Like so many others, I thought "fitness" meant surviving on black coffee, water, and a handful of carrot sticks every now and then. I thought "health" was running until I passed out. It's no wonder I struggled with self harm and depression. Nor is it a surprise I'd eventually try to end my life when I was just 17. That's the life that the endless pursuit of impossible expectations had brought me.‍

But then came a day at the gym where I saw my two best friends slapping hands and slamming weights. Doing some sport called powerlifting, where the goal is to test your limits in strength and tenacity. It felt like my life had restarted and been repurposed the first time I got that barbell in my hands.

The barbell was always there, through hardships, break ups, ramen-eating nursing school days, and the rest. And now, there’s nothing I love more than helping others discover the same strength in the barbell that I did.