From Seeded to Smooth: Why I Built a Second Protein Sourdough If you’ve baked my Keto Protein Seeded Sourdough Bread (Two Ways), you already know it’s a solid performer — sturdy, flavorful, and nutrient-dense enough to qualify as a functional meal. It doesn’t fall apart; it just leans more rustic. My kids, however, made their
If you’re staring at your HSA or FSA balance thinking, “What am I supposed to do with this… buy another thermometer?” — this post is going to make your whole week. Most people have no clue their pre-tax insurance dollars can cover Nutritional Therapy.Yes, my programs.Yes, 1:1 functional support.Yes, the exact work you’ve been putting
Every fall, I feel it in my bones: the shift. The mornings turn crisp, the market tables swap peaches for squash, and my body quietly asks for soups instead of salads. It isn’t willpower or food rules — it’s rhythm. For years, I thought “seasonal eating” meant memorizing lists or sticking to rigid diets. But
What if the secret to calming inflammation in perimenopause isn’t restriction—but nourishment? Perimenopause has a way of putting inflammation in the spotlight. Suddenly, the things you used to brush off—achy joints, brain fog, random skin flare-ups, autoimmune symptoms—are all taking center stage under a very unflattering fluorescent light. For many women, the first response is:
Your gut actually produces more serotonin than your brain (yes, your gut is the original mood factory). It also plays a starring role in hormone metabolism. Which means: if your gut is cranky, your hormones are probably cranky, too. Let’s dive into why healing your gut might just be the missing piece in your hormone
When I was serving as a missionary, my spiritual mentor—who had studied under a Coptic monk—taught me to feed and expand the spirit by proclaiming scripture over every part of my being: body, soul, spirit, and mind. Not abstract theology—embodied practice. Breath and spoken truth. Prayer placed gently on the tissues that were holding old
When I couldn’t run without pain… I knew something deeper was going on. It started as knee pain while I was packing to move to Northern Ireland. My husband had already gone ahead for work after our visas were denied, and I was managing life solo with our three young kids, preparing to reunite after
Back in 2017, I didn’t know I was running on fumes—because I was drinking so much coffee. By afternoon, I’d switch to fizzy homemade water kefir or ginger beer I brewed in my kitchen and handed out to friends like some kind of Middle Ages alewife. I didn’t know the words “adrenal fatigue” yet. I