


10 weeks early.
2 lbs, 12 oz.
No schedule left to keep.
My son was born almost three months premature in the middle of a global pandemic. My wife and I traded NICU shifts because only one parent was allowed at a time.
My business was in chaos. My fitness routine, the only piece of structure I felt I had left, was destroyed. Training, diet, schedule, gone.
I had two choices. Let everything collapse, or find a way to make it work under almost impossible conditions.
That's when intermittent fasting stopped being just another protocol I recommended to clients. It became the only thing that let me hold the line when nothing else could.
No meal prep. No rigid schedule. No pretending life wasn't falling apart. Just structure that survived chaos.



