21/08/2026
I’ve spoken about being anorexic before. I’ve never told you where it actually started.
I was in an abusive relationship and a job that was breaking me down, and I didn’t notice how far I’d slipped. Barely eating. Running on fizzy drinks. A packet of crisps if I remembered. Drinks on a Friday after work, sometimes a Thursday, usually out on a Saturday and I’ll say this clearly, I wasn’t an alcoholic. But I was empty. Mentally and physically battered, with no confidence left, and genuinely no understanding of what a body needs to survive.
That’s where all of this began for me. Not with a fitness goal. With having to learn, from scratch, what I actually needed.
It’s why I go on about the female body the way I do. Eighteen to twenty-five. Twenty-five to thirty-five. Thirty-five to forty-five. Pregnancy, prenatal, postnatal, perimenopause, menopause, medical conditions every stage matters and every stage changes what you need. Especially when you’re starting a fitness journey.
Nobody knows your story. Nobody knows what you’ve walked through to get to today.
It is so, so easy to push a woman onto a diet plan that quietly corrupts the way she thinks about food. I know, because I’ve lived on the other side of that. So I won’t do it.
I want the women I coach to build a body they can maintain. Love. Nurture. One that fits into a busy, real life school runs, work, all of it so they can hold onto their physical health and their mental health at the same time.
Balance isn’t the soft option, hun. It’s the only one that lasts.
Nic x