Let me take you back to circa 2016...
I had just moved out of home, was in a toxic workplace with a misogynist for a boss, my imposter syndrome was going rogue and I hated my body. Of course, I didn't know that at the time, but looking back - the 'bikini body' workouts, fad diets, countless 'progress pics', and crying when my dad said he was cooking a pie for dinner probably should have been warning signs. Never thin enough. Never pretty enough. Never strong enough.
The 'straw' that literally destroyed this camel's back came in the form of a heavy barbell at the gym. My workout plan, (courtesy of the body building world and yet another sad attempt to finally get the 6 pack of my dreams) had programmed a set of squats and hip thrusts at a weight that now hurts my physio soul. At the time though, I remember very clearly that it didn't feel right, but clear as day, I remember looking at myself in the mirror, and thinking "I want a big booty, so need to push through." About 2 minutes later, I could hardly get off the bench, shuffled my way to the car with my tail between my legs, and by the time I got home, I had to call someone for help to come lift me out of my car. Yeah, a royal fuck up on my behalf.
You'd think this would have been my lesson; the universe showing me that fad diets and overtraining weren't serving me. But no. 4 weeks later (no, that's not enough time for a lumbar disc injury to heal, in case you were wondering) I started F45. I was training 5 days a week, sometimes 6. I told myself it was to justify the cost of the membership, but if you've made it this far through the story - you'll know that was likely bullshit.
Over the next few months, 6 days of training dropped to 4, then, 3, 2, then barely 1 as my back pain reared it's ugly head; my body was screaming at me to listen to it, to respect it. Again, sadly no. I thought F45 was the problem, so I quit and signed up to a boxing gym instead thinking that would solve it. I only lasted there a couple of weeks, before I had to admit defeat like a wounded animal, and stop all exercise entirely. "A few weeks off should do the trick..." I told myself. 4 months later, the pain was not only still there, but worse than it had ever been. I'd start and finish most days in tears, I couldn't walk down the street without pain, and was convinced I had to give up the career I'd worked so hard for before I even got a chance to succeed.
Ultimately, the price of not listening to my body was 3 years of chronic pain. When the medical world and my traditional Physiotherapy training failed to "fix" me, I eventually decided that I needed to take matters into my own hands.
Fast forward to 2021, and I can comfortably say that I'm pain free and living my best life. I deadlifted 100kg, competed in a triathlon, and ran 10km. I began to move away from the traditional physiotherapy world that I knew, and now find myself treating people like me in chronic pain. And in 2020 I made the life-changing decision to become a life coach, so I can help more women like myself, before they burn out and break down entirely.
So, I ask you, do you want to break up with that mean girl inside your head? Are you done with never feeling like enough? Do you want to look in the mirror and see the total boss lady that you absolutely are?
I was there, where you are. And now I'm here, ready to help you cross that scary bridge into the life that you truly want for yourself. Come say hi!