There’s something humbling about being snowed in. It’s as if nature decides to hit the pause button, reminding us how small we are compared to the vastness of its power. Yesterday morning, I woke to a world wrapped in a thick, quiet blanket of snow. The power flickering on and off, the roads are impassable, and I’m left with nothing but time—a rare commodity in a world that rarely stops.

There’s something special about starting your day before the world fully wakes up. For the past two years, my mornings have begun with a ritual that’s shaped not just my body but my soul: meeting with my 5am gym crew at Crunch.

As the clock strikes midnight and the world collectively whispers promises of change, I’ve decided to embrace a different kind of resolution: no sweeping overhauls, no reinventions. Instead, I’m focusing on something more sustainable, becoming a better version of who I already am.

When I first started 75 Hard in 2023 (photo above), I had no idea how much it would change my life. It wasn’t just about fitness, it was about building a routine, pushing through mental barriers, and proving to myself that I could commit to something bigger than my excuses. That challenge was the spark that ignited my love for fitness and eventually led me to the incredible journey of bodybuilding.

Have you ever felt like God or the universe was trying to tell you something—through music, a random conversation, or even a chance encounter? I’ve always believed that if you quiet your mind and pay attention, divine confirmations are all around. Whether it’s a song lyric that speaks to your soul, a stranger’s kind word, or even the unwavering gaze of an animal, God finds ways to reach us.

As the Christmas season draws near and we approach the end of the year, I find myself reflecting on the past 12 months—a year full of both beautiful moments and difficult challenges. It's been a year of growth, travel, joy, and love, but also one of heartache and personal struggles.

It was 1:00am on May 30, 2022, and I experienced something that would change my life forever—bilateral pulmonary embolisms (PEs) in my lungs. At first, I thought it was just an anxiety attack. I had no idea what was really happening. But when the pain didn’t subside, and I couldn't breathe, I knew there as an issue. I had just returned home from a girls trip with my best friend Bethany, so thankfully my mom was staying at my house (she watched my pups while I was gone). I called her on her cellphone because I didn't have the strength to yell.

Walking into my OBGYN’s office today after my miscarriage and surgery felt like stepping onto a battlefield I wasn’t prepared for. The weight of the loss, the lingering questions, and the unshakable grief—all of it resurfaced as soon as I saw the familiar waiting room. For anyone who’s been through this, you know it’s not just a physical journey but an emotional and mental one, too.

The past several months have been a whirlwind of emotions—difficult, exciting, and filled with so much love.

Today was my first day back at the gym since my miscarriage, well, really since I started having complications around 8 weeks pregnant. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hard. Physically, my body felt different—more fragile and unfamiliar. Mentally, I was battling a storm of emotions. Grief has a way of weighing you down, not just in your heart but in every fiber of your being.

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