From Wall Street to Wellness

At university, to stretch an allowance that never quite reached the end of the month, I trained as a bartender. The exam required you to mix a drink while telling a joke. The woman beside me asked to hear mine “to help me choose the funnier one” — then was called first, told my joke as her own, and promptly botched her drink. As my husband would say: God punishes immediately.

I’ve thought about that moment more than it deserves, because I spent the next twenty years in finance — trader to COO — quietly telling myself that the long hours, the skipped meals and the running on empty were simply the price of the game. They weren’t. The bill came due in my own health, the way it always does: slowly, then all at once.

What pulled me out wasn’t a diet. It was data. The same instinct that made me good at reading markets turned out to be exactly what reading a body requires — find the signal, find the root cause, act on evidence rather than hope. I retrained in naturopathic nutrition and learned to read bloods, microbiome and genome the way I’d once read a balance sheet. Your biology, it turns out, keeps better books than your bank.

I work with driven, capable people who don’t want to merely avoid illness, but to optimise — for energy, focus, resilience and the long game of healthspan. I don’t believe in one-size-fits-all. Each of us is unique in our chemistry, and your nutrition should be too.

I work online, so we can do this wherever you are. If you’d like your health to keep pace with your ambition, let’s talk.