I want people to feel comfortable in their own bodies again. To live their actual life. For as long as I can remember, I’ve just felt at home in nature. Dirt, trees, rivers, mountains—basically anything that grows, crawls (except spiders), or flows. When I was a kid living at the Trans Mountain Pipeline housing site near Edson, I spent most of my time outside. I’d run around the bush with the neighbor’s Golden Retriever, watch ants build entire tiny cities, and listen to frogs like they were putting on a concert. I loved the wildflowers—mountain lilies, daisies, buttercups, and paintbrushes—and I’d always go visit the horses in the corral even though owning one myself felt like a far-off dream. These days, my happy place is a little ghost town tucked in the Rockies. Same trees, same mountains, same quiet magic. One day, I’d love to actually live somewhere just like that. It just feels like home. Alongside my love for the natural world, I’ve always had this pull toward helping people feel better. When I was little, I thought I’d be a nurse or maybe an artist, until I realized nursing comes with night shifts, bedpans, and the emotional weight of caring for very sick kids. Then I figured maybe I’d become a vet, but my allergies and the thought of having to put animals down made that a hard no. Becoming a doctor crossed my mind too, but the kind of healing I’m drawn to is more whole-person, more “let’s understand your body and life story” than prescription pads and ten-minute appointments. Even becoming a Naturopath seemed like a fit, but at the time it meant packing up to Vancouver or Toronto, and that just wasn’t in the cards as I had a family and established life at this point. So instead, I followed the path that lets me do what I always wanted in a way that feels true to who I am: helping people feel better in their own bodies, improving their quality of life, and supporting real healing. The kind of healing that helps someone actually live, not just cope. Over the years, I’ve worn a lot of titles: daughter, sister, waitress (in the oil patch), bartender, accounting clerk, bookkeeper, mom, herbal consultant, wife, business owner, divorcee, store manager, mom (again), partner in crime, business owner (again), Natural Nutrition Clinical Practitioner, and Metabolic Balance coach. I basically collected job titles the way some people collect Amazon receipts. The common theme through all of it has been trying to figure out who I really am and how to live in a way that feels authentic and healthy. And to be clear, it wasn’t a smooth, inspirational “and then I found myself in Bali” kind of journey. It was messy. It was real life. In 2016, when my marriage ended, I hit a big turning point. I was nearly 200 pounds at 5’6, exhausted, and also raising an athletic daughter who needed proper fuel. Something had to change. I started with walks in the river valley. Eventually, I worked up to climbing that brutal 114-step staircase without feeling like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. I got down to 165 pounds, and then I pushed myself even further and tried Boxing and Muay Thai at age 39. I was terrified and shaking, but I did it. With help from a friend in holistic nutrition, I changed how I ate and supplemented, and eventually made it to 138 pounds. Then the plot twist hit.In 2018, I ran straight into iron deficiency. My energy tanked. My training stopped. My active life basically flatlined. The weight came back, and insulin resistance joined the party. So in 2019, I started studying nutritional counseling because I wanted answers. Not just for myself, but for others who felt trapped in their bodies too. By 2022, I was back in the gym again, though not nearly as often. But the weight still wouldn’t budge. I graduated in May 2023, and by October I found the Metabolic Balance program. I took the training, got licensed, and suddenly I had a better toolset for helping people whose bodies were doing weird, stubborn, “I swear I’m trying” things. Then life paused again. My dad became sick with cancer in fall of 2024, and I became his caregiver until he passed in January 2025. Everything else went quiet for a while. In April 2025, I enrolled in Functional Nutrition to take my healing approach even deeper. I finished and became a Certified Functional Nutrition Coach in November 2025. So now, moving forward, this is the mission:
To help people find the root of what’s making them feel unwell. To live their actual life, not just get through it. And with everything I’ve learned and lived, I’m here to help make that possible.
