I empower HashiGirls™ to understand their bodies and advocate for their own health.
I’m so glad you made it to my little corner of the internet! I’m Leigh. I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s ten years ago, but suffered from the disease for over twenty. It was a long road to get here, but I’ve found so much joy in being able to share my story and help other women just like me learn to THRIVE THROUGH HASHIMOTO’S™.
Thank so much for coming and I’m here to help! Check out my HashiGirl™ Quick Start section and let’s see how I can support you on your own HashiHealing™ Journey…
HashiGirl™ QuickStart Guide
Use this guide to find curated tools and resources especially for HashiGirls™! Newly diagnosed and looking for some answers? Join my FREE Private FB Group! Want to hear my story? Check out my podcast! Been struggling for awhile now and ready to get back to feeling, looking, and getting better? Then my Thriving Through Hashimoto's™ Program is for you!
And, as always, if I can do anything to help—please let me and the team know. We're all HashiGirls™ here!
Hi, Y’all! I’m Leigh, Creator of the Thriving Through Hashimoto’s™ Program and HASHIGIRLS.COM.
I’m a Precision Nutrition Level 1 Certified Health Coach, a Certified CrossFit Coach (Level 1), I have an Eat To Perform Level 1 Certification plus a B.S. in Science Health Information Management, and Hashimoto’s Coach (before it was even a thing), serving hundreds of successful clients and HashiGirls™.
I’m also a busy momma, a pretty awesome wife, a fab friend, and an advocate for my own health. But it wasn’t always this way…
A few years ago, I knew something wasn’t right. I was living in a small town in Texas and my husband had just taken a new job as a football coach. I was gaining weight even though I was working out and eating the same as before. I was tired. Like REALLY tired. I’d wake up and take my oldest son to school, come home, and go back to bed until almost noon. I avoided all intimacy with my husband. My periods were 7-10 days long and heavy with clots. I tried numerous hormonal birth control options and all of them made me feel half crazy.
I finally worked up the nerve to talk to my doctor. I was nervous, but I went in that day and spilled my heart. I told him all the things I was embarrassed and worried about. I told him how poorly I felt and how I thought I was failing as a wife and mother. I told him I didn’t feel like myself and that in my heart of hearts I knew something was wrong.
He laughed. He told me to go home and have a glass of wine.
The first step I took out of that doctor’s office was the first step of my healing journey. I found people who were willing to listen and help. I found solutions that worked for me. I found my strength, I found my confidence, and once again—I found myself.