A golf manager’s wife, homeschool mom of three, and a firm believer that motherhood was never meant to run on fumes.

But for most of my life, that’s exactly how I lived.

I grew up feeling disconnected from my body. Restricting, skipping meals, chasing a certain size, and calling it “discipline” when really, it was control.

I worked out for vanity, not vitality… googling the “perfect routine,” “Ill start again starting on Monday” became my weekly mantra, and thinking freedom would come when my body finally looked how I wanted.

Then motherhood came, three C-sections, sleepless nights, constant interruptions, and suddenly the gap between who I was and who I wanted to be felt even wider.

I woke up already overwhelmed.

I skipped meals.

I felt like I lost myself in serving everyone but me.

I loved Jesus deeply, but couldn’t seem to slow down enough to meet with Him.

And slowly… I slipped into a version of motherhood I didn’t like. One that looked “fine” on the outside, but felt empty on the inside.

That’s when God invited me into something I’d never seen before:

• Wellness and Movement as worship.

• Nourishment as stewardship, not control.

It didn’t start with a program. It started with small, sacred choices: An at-home barre workout. Breakfast that wasn’t the kids leftovers. Waking up 15 minutes earlier so my kids weren’t the ones waking me. Opening my Bible before opening my apps.

And God met me in every one of those tiny moments.

Over the last 6 years, He rebuilt me from the inside out.

Not through hustle, but through habits that were simple enough to repeat and spiritual enough to matter.

Today, I don’t move for aesthetics, I move to carry the calling on my life.

I don’t eat to shrink, I eat to show up present, strong, patient, and peaceful.

I don’t treat my health as extra, I treat it as worship.

Now I help other moms do the same: put themselves higher on the priority list, care for the body God gave them, and rebuild their strength through grace-filled nutrition + doable daily habits.

Because the truth is this:

When mom is depleted, the whole home feels it.

But when mom is nourished… body, mind, and spirit, the ripple effects touch generations.

I’m so glad you’re here!

I believe this space could be the turning point for you too, the moment you stop surviving motherhood… and start stewarding it.