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The Layoff My Client Didn't Want (But Maybe Needed) Like a lot of women I work with, a client I've worked with for a year had recently been laid off. The kind of thing that feels like the floor dropping out. But she told me something that stuck with me: "I never would have quit on my own. But now I realize it might be the best thing that could have happened." This is the strange gift of midlife disruption. The thing you fear becomes the opening you needed. A trip to Costa Ric

I've watched countless women starve themselves in the name of health. They're exercising an hour a day, managing careers, caring for families, and fueling it all with protein bars, undressed salads, and sheer willpower. They wonder why they can't sleep, why their mood has flatlined, why their bodies ache, and why they catch every cold that passes through the office. The answer is usually painfully simple: they're not eating enough real food. The Hidden Cost of Under-Eating Yo

You're standing in the supplement aisle, staring at a wall of bottles that might as well be written in hieroglyphics. Vitamin D3 or D2? Methylated B vitamins or regular? Magnesium glycinate, citrate, or threonate? And don't even get me started on the price tags that make you wonder if you should be taking out a second mortgage just to support your mitochondria. I've been there. We've all been there. And after nearly three decades in health and wellness, nutrition coaching, an

"I'll start when I lose 10 pounds." "I don't want to cause problems." "If I just work harder, it'll be enough." These aren't throwaway thoughts we have in passing moments of self-doubt. They're patterns—some of them decades old—that fundamentally shape how we eat, how we move, whether we speak up or stay silent, and how we show up in our most important relationships. In my work with midlife women, I see these patterns everywhere. The people-pleaser who gives until there's not

For decades, you've been perfecting the art of accommodation. Smoothing over difficult moments. Making yourself smaller in rooms where you deserved to take up space. Nodding along when something felt wrong in your body because the doctor seemed so certain. Saying "I'm fine" when you were anything but. You've become a master at hiding in plain sight—fully visible yet somehow unseen, especially by the healthcare system that's supposed to serve you. And here's what nobody tells