I’m like a lot of you.

In college I started worrying about my weight. I started to notice every stupid little “flaw.” I started counting calories, trying diets, and spending hours on an elliptical at the campus fitness center. Up to that point in my life I had been spared that struggle, but it hit me hard at 19.

The trigger? My college required PE credits, and to fulfill them I took a “life-long fitness” class where I learned that calories in = calories out, how to do step aerobics and cardio dance, how to meticulously track every bite of food and every minute of exercise and that the key to healthy weight was to eat as few and burn as many calories as possible.

That combined with the constant talk about a “freshman 15” and a deep seeded fear of “being fat” was enough to set me on a downward spiral. I was under-eating and over exercising; living off oatmeal and lean turkey wraps and working out for 2 hours at a time, at least 4 times a week. The greater tragedy was that I was doing everything “right.” I was eating the right number of calories, eating the right things according to the all the recommendations, and “moving more.”

I was also constantly hungry, constantly tired, and constantly obsessing about getting to the gym. My skin started to break out and then got worse and worse. At my first job out of college, there were days I would call in sick to work because my face was so swollen and painful from the acne. My blood sugar was on a roller coaster, and with my family history I was on a pretty clear road to type II diabetes despite the fact that (other than the severe acne) I looked healthy.

But really I was lucky. I was SO lucky, because before my freshman year of college, none of this was on my radar. I grew up as an athlete and, while that often goes hand in hand with body dysmorphia, I had just been laser focused on performance.

As an adult, that created the opportunity for my perspective and my life to take a 180° turn when I found CrossFit. It resonated with that part of me. One workout in and I was sold; I was an athlete again, with a coach and teammates and a goal. Each little step forward was a victory – until one day I realized that I was intentionally trying to gain weight to improve my performance. Everything about my relationship with myself and my body and even the people around me… it all changed.

That’s why I then started coaching CrossFit. And then training individuals. I’ve spent 6 years working with people and helping them achieve their fitness goals because I want to help people find that kind of experience for themselves. To find a new outlook. A fresh perspective. A life they WANT to live.

​It won’t look exactly like mine. Sustainable fitness only comes from finding the approach that is enjoyable for YOU and fits YOUR life and YOUR goals.

I’d really love the chance to help you get there.