
Well, here we go again—but this time, I’m not dreading it. In fact, I’m excited. (I know. Who is she?)
I’ve decided to go back to a healthier way of nourishing my body—not punishing it, not depriving it, not hopping on some magic fix wagon—but actually feeding it in a way that makes sense for me.
After lots of back-and-forth and a whole lotta fridge-staring, I landed on a Mediterranean-ish approach. Not hardcore Greek goddess level, but more of a “Southern girl flirts with olive oil and feta” kind of vibe. It just fits. Real food. Good flavors. Balance. And wine… occasionally. I’m not out here trying to join a convent.
I also want to be completely transparent, because I believe in being real—not perfect. With the help of my sweet friend Brooke, I’ve added in a few supplements for a little boost. No shame in that game! I’ll get into those details in another post, but for now, just know I’m walking into this next chapter with intention, grace, and a little sass in my step.
So, here’s to health…
To tying my shoes without breaking a sweat…
To feeling good in my skin again…
And maybe even wearing those cute jeans shoved in the back of my closet.
Let’s see where this takes me.

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