I lost weight without trying—and instead of pride, I felt grief. This post is for every version of us that didn’t get the applause, the outfit, or the cake. You’re not a “before.” You’re right now. And that’s enough.

I drank 15 decaf iced long blacks in 2.5 days. Was it excessive? Absolutely. But this isn’t about caffeine anymore. It’s about ritual, hydration, and whether your “clean” cup is hiding chemical chaos. Welcome to the bean spiral.

After a full-cake spiral and a sugar crash that felt like betrayal, I finally got honest about blood sugar. This post is equal parts research, rage, and redemption—plus Tim Tam-friendly tips.

Some days it felt like self-care, other days like punishment. Here’s what I learned from walking 1 million steps—and how I kept going (mostly) without rage-quitting.

I wasn’t lazy—I was anemic. For a decade. This is a personal wake-up call on why women’s health needs louder voices, better doctors, and iron (lots of it).

The descendent into madness with my apple watch