Daily Health Bites

I had a moment recently. It wasn't a dramatic, cinematic masterpiece. No glass shattered, no orchestral swell played in the background. I didn't even hear the world's tiniest violin play to give me my revelation. In fact, it was incredibly quiet. I finally had time to myself… and realized I had absolutely no idea what to do with it. It wasn't a lack of options. It was that somewhere along the way, I’d stopped asking myself what I actually liked. What do I like to do? What do I find enjoyable and relaxing? I had no idea.  If you’re reading this and thinking,  “Ouch… same,” —then this is for you. The Truth Nobody Prepares You For When you spend your life being "everything" for "everyone"—the mom, the partner, the employee, the designated problem-solver—you don’t just get tired. You get disconnected. You aren't broken. You aren't lost forever. You’re just… out of touch with the person living inside your own skin. It Happens Slowly (And Then All ...

I blog about any and everything—women’s empowerment, health, the deep-seated feelings we usually hide behind a "fine, thanks." But lately? I haven’t felt like much of anything. I’ll be real: I’ve been putting my self-care so far on the back burner it was basically in the neighbor’s yard. And my body? She finally had enough. She didn’t send a polite email; she staged a full-blown coup. It started with a three-week asthma flare-up that had me sounding like a croupy baby, and then—just for spice—an excruciating toothache that has me counting the minutes until the dentist can save my soul. Sitting there, drained and throbbing, I realized I’d been running on fumes. As a single mom of two working 40+ hours a week, my weekend "me-time" is usually just five minutes of staring blankly at the wall behind the tv. Ladies—married, single, or "it’s complicated"—we have to stop being the last item on our own lists.  If we don't put ourselves at the top, our bodies wi...