After spending most of my life struggling with my weight, bulimia, and major depressive disorder (MDD), I had resigned myself to just surviving each day…getting through it with very little joy or purpose.

Hormone replacement therapy (HRT) was the thing that got me out of my depression enough to decide that my husband and our two boys deserved better than a wife and mother living life in survival mode.

And so did I.

After years of diet programs, therapy, self-help books, and researching every method of depression management available, I finally figured out that the secret is not a secret.

The secret is practice.

My personalized coaching method will guide you step by step through the exact methods that I practice to this day that have enabled me to lose the extra weight for good while keeping my MDD under control.

I’m a singer/songwriter. For years I pursued that elusive “big break” while never really having the confidence or dogged determination to make that career path happen.

After I put that dream on hold and became a wife and mom, I was left feeling unsatisfied and searching for more.

In figuring out the steps to practice how to get a grip on my wild weight fluctuations and major mood swings, it dawned on me that teaching others how to shift their mindset the way I have will change lives. And I aim to help as many people as I possibly can.

Mickey & me. She’s pretty cute, eh? This was the time period before I learned how to deeply loathe myself.

First bikini pic. Let the body shaming begin. Oh, the years I spent berating this adorable little girl.

High school, senior year…featuring that perma-scowl (the modern day term is RBF). I hated everything about the way I looked, especially my “fat face.” Why no full-body pics in my teens? Because there aren’t any. I made damn sure of that.

My wedding day. My husband was still (mostly) blissfully unaware of the mental shitshow of which he had just acquired custody. To this day that man has shown me nothing but love and support, regardless of the number on the scale.

My highest weight. Here I am pregnant with my older son and was told by a doctor in downtown LA that my weight was “killing my baby.” (Head over to my blog post titled “My Weight Throughout The Decades” for more on that.)

After 36 years, I appear in a bikini once again! This was after losing 70 pounds. Back then I thought I had 10 pounds to lose, so still not good enough. Today I see this pic and I’m so proud of myself for all of the work I did to get there.

I took this during another trip down the scale, which resulted in my going back up to over 200 during the pandemic. I’m about 20 pounds more in this pic than the previous one, and this is the weight range I’m in today at age 51.

That smokin’ hot blond is Corrine Crabtree. She’s my mentor and inspiration for finally getting my shit under control. I’m eternally grateful to her and her team at No BS.

I’ve found my confidence and intend on keeping it, regardless of what the number on the scale is.