There was a period last year when everything seemed to go wrong at once. I was dealing with a family health crisis, work stress was at an all-time high, and I felt like I was barely keeping my head above water. During this time, I made the mistake of treating self-care as the first thing to go when things got tough.

For most of my adult life, I thought saying yes to everything was synonymous with being a good person. Friend needs help moving? Yes. Colleague wants you to cover their shift? Yes. Family member wants you to drive two hours for a last-minute dinner? Yes, of course.

I've always been that person who checks her phone before even getting out of bed. Social media notifications, news updates, work emails – it felt like staying connected was staying relevant.

Last Tuesday, I found myself in the middle of a particularly chaotic day. My to-do list was longer than my arm, emails were piling up, and I had three meetings back-to-back. But instead of powering through like I usually do, I did something radical – I drew myself a bath at 2 PM and spent an hour just... breathing.

I spent fifteen years of my life thinking about food constantly. Not because I loved cooking or was passionate about nutrition, but because I was trapped in a cycle of restriction, overthinking, and guilt around eating. I knew the calorie count of most foods, could estimate portions with scientific precision, and had a complicated relationship with every meal.

I used to feel like a fraud at the gym. Everyone around me seemed to have their routine perfectly planned, wore matching workout sets, and actually looked forward to lifting weights. Me? I was the person who would spend 20 minutes walking slowly on the treadmill, occasionally stopping to check my phone and pretend I was warming up.

Last Tuesday, I worked a 12-hour day, got home at 9 PM, and faced the same question that haunts every exhausted person: "What am I going to eat?" My old self would have ordered takeout, felt guilty about it, and spent the next morning bloated and tired.

There's a common misconception that getting healthy requires dramatic lifestyle overhauls. You know the ones: quit sugar completely, work out seven days a week, meal prep every Sunday, get up at 5 AM. While those approaches work for some people, they felt impossible for me – and they probably do for most people with real lives.

I used to think that being stressed out was just part of modern life. Work deadlines, family responsibilities, social obligations – it all seemed inevitable. And while some stress is normal, I realized that how I handled it made all the difference between thriving and just surviving.

If you've ever felt overwhelmed by nutrition information, you're not alone. One day avocado toast is a superfood; the next day, it's a carb-loaded trap. One expert tells you to eat five small meals a day; another insists on intermittent fasting. It's enough to make anyone throw their hands up and just eat whatever they want.