I wasn’t your average kid.
My earliest years were rooted in something simple… and strong.
My father—an artist, but also the foundation of everything I understand about the body, health, and living well—was my teacher in every sense of the word. Not just creatively, but in how to move through life.
He taught me how to take care of myself.
How to move.
How to heal.
How to make things from nothing.
We baked from scratch.
We forged.
We preserved food.
We lived in a way that stayed close to the earth.
Those years shaped me more than I realised at the time.
But life doesn’t always stay steady.
Things at home shifted.
Stress crept in.
Chaos followed.
And somewhere in the middle of all of that, I found my way to a coping mechanism that felt easy in the moment—food.
I ate to manage what I didn’t know how to process.
What started as comfort slowly turned into habit… and then into something deeper.
I went from a lean, active kid to a teenager who felt completely disconnected from her body. With my natural build, and no movement to balance it out, the weight came on quickly.
By the time I was 16, I was caught in a cycle I couldn’t seem to break.
Binge eating.
Extreme dieting.
Back and forth.
For years.
This is the first time I’ve ever said that out loud.
And it’s important—because that pattern didn’t just affect how I looked. It affected everything.
By the time I had my second child, my body was already carrying the weight of years of imbalance. I was dealing with health issues that would follow me long-term. I spent years being tested, trying to understand what was happening inside me.
It was exhausting.
But it was also the moment everything started to shift.
That was over two decades ago.
Since then, I’ve been rebuilding—quietly, steadily—finding my way back to the foundation I was given in those early years.
Not perfectly.
Not all at once.
But consistently.
I’ve learned how to move again.
How to listen.
How to take care of my body in a way that actually supports my life.
And now, standing here at 50, after a hip replacement and the work it took to come back from that… I can say this with complete honesty:
Healing doesn’t happen all at once.
But it does happen.
What works for me won’t work for everyone. I know that.
But I’ve spent years learning, trying, failing, adjusting… and finding what does.
And if sharing any part of that helps even one person feel like they can start again—or keep going—then it’s worth putting it out here.
This space is where I’ll share it all.
Movement.
Health.
Food.
The real-life parts.
And the adventures along the way—like my recent obsession with biking across the province.
Nothing perfect.
Nothing polished.
Just real.
If you’re here… you’re in it with me now.
And I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride :)