11/03/2026
No one really talks about how hard it is to go from being strong to being a beginner again.
The gym has been my anchor for so many years. Lifting saved me in ways I don’t even know how to explain. It was my time. My release. The place where I could breathe, cry silently, feel powerful again, and reset my nervous system so I could show up as a mom, wife, coach.
And then a slow, gradual pain in my back humbled me.
Multiple trips to the ER. Physical therapy. Brent helping me get dressed. Little to no movement. Trips to the states to see surgeons. Rest when I didn’t want to rest. Watching my body forget what it once knew. Faucet Injections. Rhizotomy.
This video hurts a little to post. Going from PR back squats of 250lb to a comfortable body weight squat was brutal on the ego. But it’s also the truth. This is what coming back looks like. Slow. Careful. Vulnerable.
85lb back squat this morning. Unimpressive to the outside world.
Today is day one of this new plan. And it’s not about aesthetics or numbers anymore. It’s about honoring the body I was given.
It’s about being strong enough to show up for my daughters (fur daughter too), do the ‘things’, regulate my emotions, and survive the hard days that don’t come with warnings.
If you’ve lost yourself somewhere along the way, I see you. Your health matters. You only get one body; women, moms, wives, daughters, business owners, homemakers.... we require strength we don’t always talk about.
I’ve started over before. I’ll do it again.
And if this resonates, maybe today is your reminder that coming back counts, even when it looks nothing like before. Showing up will always count, no where does it say we need to do it all, we need to stop telling ourselves this story and even more, we need to stop believing this lie!
Who knows where this comeback will takes us!