Nourished AF: A New Chapter in my Healing

Twelve years ago, The Balancing Way was born from grief.

It wasn’t a business plan, a five-year vision, or a branding exercise. It was a lifeline. A place where I could pour myself into yoga classes and salad jars, not because they made sense as a pair, but because together they held me upright when my world felt unsteady.

What started as a deeply personal healing space slowly became a place of service. Women came to me seeking connection, comfort, and sometimes—without even meaning to—permission to care for themselves.

But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

Women began reaching out with questions about weight loss.

“Will yoga help me lose weight?”

“How many calories are in the salad jars?”

“Do you think this will help me get smaller?”

Their goals were valid. I honoured them because, for me, movement and nourishing food always kept my body healthy and happy. But it was never my intention to become a weight-loss coach. Not even close.

I didn’t become certified in yoga to shrink myself.

I didn’t study nutrition to teach dieting.

I didn’t get my food handler’s certificate or graduate from culinary school to help people become “better” versions of themselves by becoming less.

All of it—every course, every class, every recipe—was a part of my grief work. It was the foundation I built while learning how to connect to my mind, body, and spirit again.

And now, 12 years later, I feel something shifting again.

I’m craving more authentic connection.

Not just with others—but with myself.

I feel myself drifting away from The Balancing Way and moving toward something softer, slower, more honest. I’m teaching yoga less often. I’m not creating salad jars the way I used to. Instead, I feel pulled to write. To tell my story. To share the truth behind those 12 years: the power, the pain, the healing, and the evolution.

Because healing isn’t tidy.

It isn’t always serene or composed.

Sometimes it’s crying in the car after teaching yoga.

Sometimes it’s tears falling into a mixing bowl while prepping salad jars because a memory surfaces at the wrong time—or the perfect time.

Healing is messy.

And beautiful.

And human.

This new chapter is called Nourished AF because I no longer align with the weight-loss mindset that often followed me around like a shadow. I’m done with shrinking—physically, emotionally, spiritually.

Now I know this:

When we put in the work to listen to ourselves…

When we honour, respect, and acknowledge every part of our story…

When we allow the breakdowns and the breakthroughs…

When we cry when we need to cry…

When we love ourselves enough to stand back up…

We become aware—powerfully, confidently aware—that our life depends on us loving ourselves fully.

And that is nourishment.

That is the journey.

That is the truth.

That is where I am now.

Welcome to Nourished AF — a space for softness, honesty, and healing without the pressure of becoming anything other than your whole, beautiful self