How I found Food Freedom through Infertility and Autoimmune Disease
This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever written, but I know that someone needs to hear this—because I wish someone had told me when I was in the thick of it.
For years, I didn’t have a healthy relationship with food. In fact, food controlled me.
When I was struggling with infertility and Hashimoto’s, I became obsessed with the idea that food was the key to fixing my body. I was willing to do anything if it meant I could get pregnant. Anything.
So I started eliminating foods. First sugar, then gluten, then dairy, then soy and so on and so on. I read another article, listened to another expert, and eliminated something else. I went deeper and deeper into elimination diets, convinced that if I just found the perfect way to eat, my body would finally work the way it was supposed to.
But before I knew it, my world had shrunk down to fear, obsession, and control.
Every bite became a decision that felt bigger than just food.
🥜 Peanut butter? I once loved it, but now I feared it might be inflammatory and ruin my chances of getting pregnant.
🍓 Fruit? Too much sugar. Better not.
🍞 Gluten? Dairy? Absolutely not. I wouldn’t even let a crumb touch my plate.
I lived by a set of rigid rules that weren’t just about my health anymore—they became my identity.
And then one day, I caught myself standing in my kitchen, defeated, angry, staring at my fridge—and being completely afraid to eat.
I was terrified.
Not because of the food itself, but because I had convinced myself that if I ate the wrong thing, I would lose my chance at the one thing I wanted more than anything in the world—a baby.
That moment shattered me.
I realized that my need to “fix” my body had become an obsession that was breaking me instead. My infertility struggles weren’t just painful because I couldn’t get pregnant—they were painful because I blamed myself. I thought if I just worked harder, if I just ate “perfectly,” I could make it happen.
But perfection wasn’t the answer.
Healing was.
And so, I made a decision—one of the hardest ones I’ve ever made.
I decided that I was done living in fear of food.
I threw myself into learning everything I could—not just about ACTUAL nutrition and autoimmune disease, but about my emotions around food and my body. I learned that:
✔️ Food isn’t the enemy. It’s not about restriction—it’s about nourishment.
✔️ I wasn’t broken. My worth wasn’t tied to what I ate.
✔️ I needed to trust my body again. Not micromanage it, not punish it—just trust it. (and love it…appreciate it)
This process was painful. I had to unlearn so much of what diet culture and wellness culture had drilled into me. I had to sit with my fears, my guilt, my grief over all the years I had spent punishing myself.
But I kept going.
And today?
💛 I have two kids—something I once believed was impossible.
💛 I no longer second-guess every bite I take.
💛 I rarely feel any emotion around food at all—because food is just food.
I eat in a way that feels good, fuels me, and supports my health—without fear, without guilt, without obsession.
If you’ve ever felt trapped by food rules… if you’ve ever believed that what you eat determines your worth… if you’ve ever felt afraid of making the wrong choice…
I see you. I’ve been you.
And I want you to know that there is another way.
You don’t have to live in fear of food.
You don’t have to feel guilt every time you eat.
You can find freedom. Joy. Trust. Strength.
And if you’re ready to take that step, I want to help.
If any of this resonated with you, hit reply or click HERE and tell me where you’re struggling. I promise, you’re not alone.
You deserve peace with food. And I promise, it’s possible.