She's Been Where
You Are.

Let's start with CrossFit. I was convinced it was the thing. Everyone was doing it, everyone was getting results, and I figured if I just showed up enough times and got my butt kicked enough mornings, it would work. Spoiler: it didn't. What it did do was make me feel like a failure every single class, injure my shoulder, and make me dread working out for the first time in my adult life. I quit. I told myself I'd find something else. I didn't, not for a while.

Then came the macros era. Oh, the macros era. I got a food scale, I got an app, and I started logging everything. For about three weeks, I was extremely precise and extremely miserable. Then I went on a work trip. Then I had a birthday dinner. Then I had a Tuesday when I was just tired and didn't want to weigh my pasta. Every deviation felt like a reason to restart, so I restarted. And restarted. And restarted again. I got really good at restarting. What I couldn't do was keep going.

The low-calorie phase is the one I'm most embarrassed about, because I knew better. I had read enough. I understood the physiology. And I still cut my calories so aggressively that I was dizzy by 3 pm, bingeing on weekends, and waking up Monday morning full of shame and a new plan. The cycle was freaking exhausting. The worst part wasn't even the physical stuff. It was the mental load of having my relationship with food be this heavy, complicated, all-consuming thing every single day.

The shift happened slowly, not all at once. I stopped chasing the perfect plan and started asking a different question: what can I actually keep doing? Not in my best week. Not when I'm motivated and rested, and my schedule is clear. In my real week, the one with 6 pm calls and a fridge full of leftovers and zero desire to do anything but sit on the couch.

I built a system around that question. Small, non-negotiable anchors. Flexible structure instead of rigid rules. Training that I actually looked forward to. A nutrition approach I could maintain at a restaurant, on a road trip, and on a Thursday when everything went sideways. Over time, not overnight, I lost 55 lbs. But more than that, I stopped spending all my energy fighting my own body.

I started coaching because I kept meeting women who were exactly where I'd been. Smart, capable, gym-experienced, completely burned out on the restart cycle. The Anti-Reset is what I wish someone had handed me ten years ago. And before you ask, no, it doesn't require a perfect week. That was kind of the whole point.