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.

When people talk about physical self-care, I used to immediately think of intense workout routines or complicated meal prep. As someone who's never been naturally athletic and has a complicated relationship with food, this always made me feel like I was failing before I even started.

Last month, I said yes to three social events, two work projects, and helping a friend move – all in the same week. By Friday, I was stressed, overwhelmed, and resentful. Not because anyone asked too much of me, but because I'd said yes to things I didn't have capacity for, then blamed everyone else for my exhaustion.

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 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.

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.

I'll be honest with you – I've tried every morning routine imaginable. The 5 AM wake-up calls, the elaborate 20-step skincare rituals, the meditation sessions that ended in me falling asleep on my yoga mat. What finally clicked wasn't another elaborate system, but something surprisingly simple.

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.