my transformation

Dear Past Me,

Wow. What a ride, huh?

Let’s just take a second to appreciate this journey — not just the inches lost, the muscles gained, or the glow-up (though, let’s be real, she’s glowing), but the deep, soul-level transformation that happened along the way.

I didn’t get here by hating my body into submission or living off celery sticks and sad salads. Nope. I got here by choosing love — over and over again. I started moving my body not to punish it, but to celebrate it. I fell in love with protein (who knew grilled chicken could be a soulmate?), prioritized fitness that actually felt fun, and started treating my body like the home I plan to live in for a very long time.

But let’s get real — the biggest shifts didn’t happen in the gym or the kitchen. They happened in the quiet moments when I faced my old wounds, looked my past in the eye, and said: We’re done letting this run the show. I did the work. Therapy, reflection, releasing trauma, rewriting stories. I learned that healing and health go hand-in-hand — and that confidence isn’t something you earn from a scale, it’s something you build by showing up for yourself day after day.

Let’s not sugarcoat it — losing 30 pounds wasn’t a magical, glitter-filled montage (though I wish). It was work. It was showing up on the days I didn’t feel like it. It was early mornings, sore muscles, meal prepping when I wanted takeout, and reminding myself why I started when the scale barely budged for weeks. Days I felt like I was doing everything right and seeing nothing change. Nights I battled old thoughts like, “What’s the point?” or “Will this even last?” But I kept going. Not perfectly — just consistently. And that’s what made the difference.

I didn’t rely on motivation — that comes and goes like a flaky ex. I built habits. I chose discipline wrapped in kindness. And every time I fell off, I got back on without the usual guilt spiral. That was the real win.

Losing 30 pounds wasn’t linear, and it wasn’t easy — but it was worth every sweaty workout, every high-protein grocery run, every tough therapy session, and every quiet choice to love myself in the process.

And now? I feel me. The strong, radiant, peaceful, fun version of me that was always waiting underneath the noise.

But this isn’t just about me. This is about the bigger vision. I want to help other women — just like I helped myself. I want to be the voice that reminds them they don’t need to hustle for worthiness. That healing, strength, self-love, and even feeling hot in your leggings can all coexist. I’ve got stories to tell, tools to share, and a whole lot of love to give.

So here’s to the next chapter — where I help others come home to themselves, too. With empathy, some squats, a lot of laughter, and maybe a few protein smoothies along the way.

Love always,
Lanna 💛