It’s no surprise intimacy vanished—especially after I caught my husband eyeing younger, livelier women, despite everything I gave to him and our family every single day.
I tried to be perfect for everyone—but in the mirror, I saw nothing perfect in me.
I was exhausted, angry, and frumpy. Then my doctor warned me—my health was at a critical point. That’s when I knew: I couldn’t keep being that woman.
With no time to spare, I needed a solution that fit my chaotic life. I couldn’t add hours to my day, but I was determined to find something faster, easier—something that actually worked.
Turns out, my struggle had nothing to do with diet, exercise, or genetics. Forget fasting and trends—this tiny morning habit changed everything.