05/01/2026
I took a photo this morning that I almost deleted immediately. Actually, I wanted to delete it.
It’s the "before" that no one wants to see. The one where I can see the fatigue in my own eyes and feel the weight of all the "I'll start Monday" promises I’ve broken to myself.
Between years of navigating insulin resistance, and now hitting the wall of perimenopause, my body has felt hijacked.
Insulin resistance isn’t just a buzzword for me. It’s the reason I feel like I’m walking through the mud every single afternoon. It’s the reason I hit a wall at 2 PM, yet find myself staring at the ceiling, wide awake at 3 AM every single morning.
I’ve realized that the "old way" of doing things… The constant hustle of being the wife, the mom, the entrepreneur, and being back in school, has really left me at the bottom of my own priority list. I’m tired of performing for the needs of everybody else but mine.
I’m ready to start choosing wiser.
• Being more intentional with my time.
• Trading scrolls for pages.
• Fueling my body (cleaner foods, more water)
• Healing pieces of myself that I’ve ignored.
• Moving my body daily
• Finish my degrees
• Moving towards a new horizon (Literally….. see ya, Kansas!! 👋🏼)
I’m just documenting my line in the sand … the moment a woman finally decides she is going to take her health back.
Starting today, the vision changes. 👑🙌🏼👑