In 2020, just after I delivered my fourth child, I was doing what I always did—reading to my kids on the couch. Everything was normal. The next night, same spot, same routine… and suddenly, my son blocked my left eye and I realized—I couldn’t see.
What had been 20/20 vision was now completely blurry. I could only see colors and shadows. It happened overnight.As any busy mom would do, I brushed it off. I told myself, “Well, I’m almost 40… I probably just need glasses.” But I didn’t go to the eye doctor right away.Eight months later, on my 38th birthday, I finally made the appointment—thinking I’d walk out with a cute pair of frames.
Instead, I walked into a long, confusing journey of specialists, uncertainty, and no real answers.
It wasn’t until I saw a neuro-ophthalmologist, nine months later, that I finally found someone who looked at me and knew.
She knew the answer, but she did her due diligence and sent me through every test.
After six months of fighting with insurance, I had my MRI.
The dalmatian spots on my brain confirmed what she had suspected all along: Multiple Sclerosis.
Oddly enough, the news didn’t hit as hard as it could have.
Why?
Because a week earlier, a friend gently asked me at lunch, “Do you think it could be MS?” I had laughed it off at the time—“No, I don’t have any symptoms…” But her kindness prepared me. Still, I went home and cried. A lot.
I called friends who had MS. I let my fears run wild. Would I still be able to ski? To chase my kids? To do all the physically active things that make me me?
But just like the sun comes up, the next day brought clarity. In his classic, loving way, my husband looked at me and said, "So, are you applying for a handicap pass… or are you choosing to rise above this?"
I sat for a moment—and I chose.
I chose to rise.
The Diagnosis That Changed Everything
(But Not in the Way I Expected)
From that moment on, I started learning everything I could about MS, about inflammation, about food and movement and mindset.
I explored functional medicine.
I researched healing through nutrition.
I reconnected with how I wanted to feel.
And slowly… I began to heal.
It wasn’t overnight.
It wasn’t linear.
But it was powerful.
I began to feel better.
Stronger.
More me than I had in years.
I didn’t just keep up—I got ahead.
I wasn’t just functioning—I was thriving.
I now live the FASTer Way lifestyle—a strategy rooted in whole food nutrition, strength training, intentional rest, and powerful mindset work
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It’s not a program that “fixes” you. It’s a lifestyle that frees you.
If I can do this while managing MS, mothering four kids, and living a full life—so can you.
God started nudging me to share. To help other women who feel like their bodies are broken… To show them that healing is possible… And that fatigue, weight gain, hormone chaos, and autoimmune symptoms don’t have to define them.
That’s why I coach.
Because I’ve lived through the fear. I’ve walked the road of confusion. And now, I want to walk with you—out of the fog and into strength. You don’t have to do this alone. You’re not too far gone. And there’s more hope than you realize.
I’m here to show you what’s possible.