
05/02/2025
When my second child, Archie, was born, I completely lost myself—especially my relationship with food.
I had no appetite, no energy, and barely ate. My husband took over everything—meal planning, food shopping, cooking—just to make sure I had something to eat.
But even sitting down at the table with my family filled me with dread.
I knew this wasn’t healthy. I didn’t want to just get by—I wanted to feel present with my family, enjoy food again, and stop feeling overwhelmed by it.
So I started small. I built a routine of eating regularly, even when I didn’t feel like it, because I knew my body needed fuel.
Over time, that routine became a habit. I started thinking ahead about what I wanted to eat, looking forward to meals, and actually enjoying food again.
And with that, everything shifted. Meal planning became something I did with my husband, not something that weighed on me.
Family dinners turned from a source of stress to a time I cherished. We went out for lunches again. I felt present, engaged, and able to make memories with the people I love.
Because food isn’t just fuel. It’s connection. It’s joy. It’s moments shared. And it shouldn’t feel overwhelming.
If this resonates with you—if you feel lost in your relationship with food and want to find joy in it again—drop me a DM. Let’s chat x