I’ve been the woman Googling symptoms at 2 a.m.…
Wondering if something is seriously wrong — or if I’m just losing it. Cycling through protocols that worked for everyone except me. Sitting in a doctor’s office hearing “your labs look fine” while my body screamed otherwise.
I know what the dark seasons feel like. The fear. The anxiety. The moments where you’re holding it together in public and falling apart in private. I’ve been there — more than once — and I don’t say that lightly.
But I’m on the other side of it now. Mostly. And I didn’t get here by finding the perfect diet.
I got here by learning how God actually built my body — and stopping the guessing for good. I went back to school, became a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner, and discovered that while there’s no one-size-fits-all plan, real food is the foundation for everyone. Now I get to help other women find theirs.
And yes — I’m that girl who genuinely loves green smoothies and Brussels sprouts now. But I’m also known to wash down a donut with green juice and feel zero guilt about it. I don’t have a perfect diet. And I don’t expect you to have one either.
I started switching products because I was desperate — not trendy.
During the years I was losing pregnancies, I read one article about a common ingredient linked to infertility. One ingredient. And something in me snapped.
I pulled every bottle out from under the sink. Every lotion, every cleaner, every shampoo. I started reading labels like my life depended on it — because at that point, I believed it did. It took about four years to switch over everything in our house, and it cost me a small fortune in trial and error before I figured out what actually worked.
But here’s what I didn’t expect: it wasn’t just my fertility that changed. My whole family’s health shifted. Fewer headaches. Less allergies. Better sleep. Fewer mystery symptoms we’d been writing off as normal. Turns out, the stuff we were putting on our skin and breathing in every day was quietly working against us — and we had no idea.
Endocrine disruptors are still one of the most undertalked-about pieces of the health puzzle. They mess with your hormones, your gut, your immune system, your kids’ development — and they’re in products most people use without a second thought. This topic lights me up because most people don’t realize what a huge deal it is for everyone’s health.
I’ve worked with dozens of companies dedicated to making safer products over the years, and I keep a running list of everything I actually use and recommend — from cleaning products to makeup to essential oils to red light therapy. Not just any company that offers an affiliate link — if you see it on my list, that means I use it and will put my name behind it.
Pilates put me back together — literally.
I was a brand-new military spouse with zero job leads and no idea how I was going to build a career that could survive a move every two years. So I moved to Santa Fe for a few months, got certified, and bet everything on a method most people couldn’t even spell.
Best bet I ever made. Hands down.
Over 20 years and more duty stations than I can count, Pilates gave me a job, a community, and a purpose everywhere the Air Force sent us. It rebuilt my body after years of back pain. It pulled me out of the darkness of infertility and grief when nothing else could reach me. It gave me friendships that changed my life. Pilates wasn’t just exercise — it was the thing that kept me from disappearing into the hard seasons.
Now I’m a Master Trainer — which means I train the people who train other people. I’ve owned studios, taught private clients, led workshops, and built this career from scratch in every city the military dropped us in. My most recent move? Becoming an Aerial Fitness Trainer, because apparently I decided my forties were for flipping around on aerial silks.
I guess I don’t do boring. And after 24 years, I still don’t do finished — there’s always more to learn. Who knows what crazy new adventures I will find in my fifties?
SO MUCH FOR THINKING THE HARD PART WAS BEHIND ME ….
I’d survived seven miscarriages, overhauled my entire life, become a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner, and built a career I was proud of. I thought that was my big health story. I thought I was done.
God wasn’t done with me.
Over the past few years, I discovered that my family had been living in toxic mold — and that we’d been exposed to it multiple times throughout our years in the military. It hit all four of us. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. My husband. My boys. Me — the one who’s supposed to have the answers.
It has been the hardest thing I’ve ever walked through. Not because of what it did to my body, but because I had to watch it happen to the people I love most and figure it out while I was drowning in it myself.
So I did what I always do — I dove in. Mold. Mycotoxins. Lyme. Chronic infections. Environmental toxins. I spent two years reading, researching, testing, and connecting dots I didn’t even know existed. And somewhere in that mess, I uncovered something in myself I hadn’t seen before: a relentless ability to dig until I find the root cause. Not the surface answer. The real one.
That’s what led me to Functional Genomics.
I learned how to read the blueprint God writes into every person’s DNA — why one family member struggles with anxiety while another battles fatigue from the same exposure. Why a supplement that helps one person makes another feel worse. Why your body responds differently than your friend’s, your sister’s, your child’s. It gave me a way to connect symptoms, genetics, and real life with compassion and clarity instead of guesswork.
I’d felt for years that God was calling me toward something different. I just didn’t know what it was. I wish the path hadn’t been this hard — and honestly, we’re still navigating it. There is still a lot of junk to sift through. But I trust His timing. The same way I can look back at seven miscarriages and see His hand in every one of them, I know one day I’ll say the same about this season.
And maybe — along the way — I get to help a lot of other women stop walking through it alone.
Here’s what I know for sure.
I believe God created these bodies and gave us everything we need to understand them. Not guess. Not Google at 2 a.m. Not follow someone else’s protocol and hope it sticks. Understand — because the answers are already written into your DNA.
Every hardship I’ve walked through — the miscarriages, the grief, the mold, the seasons where I questioned everything — made me better at this work. Not because suffering is a credential… but because when you’ve been in the trenches yourself, you don’t treat people like case studies. You treat them like people who are just like you.
I’m a mom trying to get it right for my family, same as you. I drop the ball. I eat the donut. I don’t do all the things I know I should do. I’m still figuring it out. The difference is I’ve spent 20 years and more certifications than I can count learning how to connect the dots between what your body is doing and why — so you don’t have to spend 20 years doing it yourself.
Let’s figure out what’s going on with you — so you can stop guessing and start living.
HEY FRIEND, I’M
FOUNDER OF MY WELL BALANCED LIFE.
I’m a Nutritional Therapy Practitioner, Pilates Master Trainer, and Functional Genomics Consultant — but my path here was the furthest thing from a straight line.
I’m a Texas girl who survived almost 20 years as an Air Force wife (including four years in Alaska — yes, really!), a boy mom with one kid in college and one in junior high (pray for me), and someone whose life looks absolutely nothing like she planned. I drink really strong coffee with cream and real sugar, I’ll never tell you to eat kale or chia seeds because they’re gross, and I have been known to wash down a donut with green juice and feel zero guilt about it.
This whole thing started as a blog about keeping life balanced and real. But God kept putting me in situations that pushed me way out of my comfort zone — seven miscarriages, mold illness that took down my entire family, and seasons where I questioned everything — and each one pulled me deeper into root-cause health. When I found functional genomics at the age of 50, my entire health history finally made sense. Not just the physical stuff — but the why behind all of it.
Now I help women (and their families) stop following someone else’s manual and start reading the one God actually wrote just for them. One test. One blueprint. A lifetime of clarity.
I am married to an amazing man who spent 20+ years as an Air Force fighter pilot and then decided retirement meant opening an all-boys Classical Christian school — so clearly, neither one of us knows how to take the easy road. I take prayer walks around my neighborhood most days wearing a weighted vest and talking to the Lord, so if you see a woman stopping to photograph wild peacocks mid-conversation — that’s me. He’s the best listener I’ve got. I guess My Well Balanced Life is always going to be a work in progress. But aren’t we all?