What brought me into this work wasn't a trend. It was spite.
Spite toward every specialist, doctor, and medical professional I saw when I was beyond sick and never got real answers. I was handed a prescription and told to check back in 30 to 60 days if it wasn't working, so they could write me a different one.
Here's how I got there.
I'm the eldest daughter. If you are one too, you already know what that means: the natural leader, the go-getter, the one who handles it.
I've been an athlete my whole life, and I ended up playing D1 volleyball, training two to three times a day. These weren't light workouts. Off the court, I was the party girl with a "sleep when you're dead" mentality.
After college, I took that same drive into public accounting. I was the high achiever who always got promoted early, and I gave corporate America everything, including my health. I compromised my boundaries and ignored every red flag my body sent me, because I was stuck in a people-pleasing cycle and tied all my worth to a hamster wheel of success and needing to be the best at everything.
Are you seeing the pattern yet?
On the outside, anyone looking at me probably envied the career I'd built and thought everything just worked out for me. They had no idea how awful I felt on the inside, or how much my body was actually breaking down.
That drive is a gift. It's probably why I'm building a business today. But without the right boundaries, it will break your body down. It catches up with you when you don't have the right tools in place and you don't know when to take a breather.
And it caught up with me. The red flags got so loud I couldn't ignore them anymore. I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize who I was. I used to be this vibrant, healthy girl with a glo about her, and that glo was nowhere to be found. I felt so awful I knew I couldn't keep going at this rate, but I didn't know what was wrong.
It felt like everything hit me at once. In reality, it was a slow build.
My jeans got a little tighter. I switched to full coverage concealer to cover my acne. I felt like I had to run five miles a day just to keep the weight off, and I'd still walk away feeling puffy and inflamed. I packed clothes I loved into storage bins, hoping one day something would give and I'd fit back into them.
I survived on Starbucks nitro cold brews and an Adderall script just to get through a work day. I crashed after every meal. I could sleep for 12 hours and feel depleted within an hour of waking up. I spent so many weekends in bed because the thought of running errands was exhausting enough on its own, let alone actually doing them.
I untagged myself from photos because I didn't recognize the person I was looking at. I'd wonder where the hell my jawline went and why my face was always so round and puffy. I even got called a catfish on a date because I didn't look like my photos. I don't blame them. I was using old photos because I didn't like any of the new ones.
So I went to doctor after doctor, and every answer was another pill: birth control, Adderall, Accutane, doxycycline, metformin, PPIs, beta blockers, antidepressants, anti-anxiety meds. Should I keep going?
That's when I realized no one was explaining why I needed any of it, or how my body got to the point of needing it in the first place. They just said, "You need this." I didn't need another pill to manage my symptoms. I needed to understand why all of this was happening.
And when I pushed for more, I was told I was fine. Maybe it was depression or anxiety. Maybe I needed to work out more or cut out gluten. Sure, that works for some people, but when I didn't respond, nobody looked any further.
I wasn't "sick enough" for anyone to take me seriously. How sick did I have to get? Did I need to be dead on a table before someone looked into it? I felt failed over and over again. If I'm telling you I don't feel good, you should be doing something about it.
Then I hit my breaking point. What am I doing? Why is this happening? And the one question no one could answer:
but why?
So I took matters into my own hands. What I found was a body under siege: cortisol dominance, a backed-up liver and detox pathways, chronic histamine reactions, insulin resistance, a gut so out of balance I didn't recognize my own body, and a food sensitivity list so long I felt like I could only drink water. And the list goes on, but we'd be here forever if I got into all of it.
That's why I became an FDN-P, and it's why I built GloCode Wellness.
GloCode is built on the principle of metabolic individuality: no two bodies are the same, so no two plans should be either. And it's built on never dismissing anyone who doesn't feel okay in their own body.
I don't believe any woman should have to compromise her success or her career because of her health. GloCode is for the high-performing woman who's been settling for "fine" and pushing through anyway. You can have the career, the drive, and the full life, and feel good while you're doing it.
You shouldn't just be surviving. You should be thriving. That's the magnetic version of you, the one with an aura that turns heads. That's who I want you to be.
Here, you'll be seen, heard, and given real answers. It's not all in your head. There's no gaslighting and no "just take another pill." I take a holistic, root cause approach to find the answers you've been searching for, then give you suggestions and the right tools to build a life that's sustainable and helps you feel like yourself again.
I don't diagnose or treat. I help you find your way back to the person you used to be.
I test. I decode. You GLO.
Caroline Laton, FDN-P
Founder of GloCode Wellness
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