Meet your functional nutritionist

In my twenties, I did everything I believed a healthy person was supposed to do. I ate a strict paleo diet, ran, rock climbed, took every supplement that promised to make me healthier, and tracked my macros to the gram.

On paper, I was thriving.

When I came face-to-face with a miscarriage and long months of infertility, every test told me that I was fine. But my body was telling me a different story.

I traded high-intensity workouts and restrictive eating for slow walks and nutrient-dense meals I made at home, and not long after, I was pregnant with our first.

So I stopped looking for answers in another test or provider and listened to my primal intuition. 

I realized that I'd confused eating clean and staying active with being nourished. That I was actually under-fueled and overworked, running on far less than my body needed to grow a baby and thrive. 

I started living the way women used to before packaged foods and burnout culture—I stopped pushing and started replenishing. 

I traded hard workouts for slow morning walks and more rest. 

I cooked from scratch again, ate with the seasons, and brought back the ancestral practices: soaking my grains, fermenting vegetables, and simmering bones into broth. 

I leaned on nourishing herbs and gentle homeopathy in place of another shelf of expensive supplements.

I expected all of it to feel like more work, but it felt like less. 

My meals got simpler, my days got slower, and I felt nourished not only by the food I ate, but by how I lived. 

Not long after, I was pregnant with our first baby, and blessed with a healthy, full-term pregnancy.