03/26/2026
1996 — before I was a nurse, before the trend
29 years ago, I started my first juice feast before I was even a nurse. Before anyone called it wellness, it was a trend. Here is what happened for me and why nothing has been the same since.
In 1996, I was a young woman with a deep knowing that my body needed a shift after being on birth control pills for several years. This was the time when the solution for menstrual cycle issues was taking a pill. In the fall of 1996, I went into a local health store and inquired about natural alternatives. That's when I was introduced to juicing to deeply nourish my body and replenish with nature's food. I resonated with everything she mentioned, and at 25 years old, I was all in.
It was not about having a clinical protocol or a wellness program. It was just a quiet, unshakeable sense that my body needed something different and that the answer lived in the food I was choosing to put into my body.
I had no certification in nutrition. There was no community doing it alongside me. There was no Instagram to follow. No 30-day program with daily videos, no hashtags, no one calling it a feast or a cleanse or a reset. There was just me, a juicer, a pile of produce, a decision, and one supporter in my corner.
It was a time in my life when I knew I was ready to start having children. I wanted to prepare my body for pregnancy. And something in me understood that the nourishment I chose in this season would matter. The body has a way of understanding things before the mind has the language for it.
What happened over the course of 12-14 days, I could not have predicted.
My skin began to glow. I woke up rested — truly rested — for the first time in years. My thinking became clear and quiet in a way I had forgotten was possible. My intuition deepened. I began to hear my own body speaking in a language I didn't even quite understand.
Something else happened that I did not expect. My senses came alive. The colors of the produce I was working with every morning became vivid in a way that felt almost cinematic. The smell of fresh ginger was released against a cutting board. The taste of cold-pressed green juice on an empty stomach. I was reconnecting to something I can only call nature — to food as a living thing, as medicine, as an act of reverence.
That experience became the foundation of what's possible when you nourish your body with plants. It's now a part of my personal practice, and the programs I now build for women who are ready to feel what their bodies are genuinely capable of.
I am opening something significant in late April. If your body has been asking for something different — follow along. The next four weeks will give you something real to think about.
When was the first time you genuinely listened to your body? I would love to hear