✨🎉 Happy Birthday to our incredible @Christine Kieffer ! 🎉✨ Your electric personality, boundless energy, and unstoppable zest for life light up every room. You’re an inspiration as a woman, an entrepreneur, and a reminder that thriving is ageless. Here’s to another year of bold adventures, laughter, and success... you deserve it all! 💛🌟 Drop a 🎂 or 🎉 below to help us celebrate her today!

Welcome Unbreakable's newest members.... @Deepthi Pasala @Cyndi Wilson @Heather Sanders @Stasia Clark

I’m so glad you’re here. This is your space to be real, be supported, and be seen. Take a moment to introduce yourself below 👇 You can share things like: ✨ What autoimmune condition(s) you’re navigating ✨ A little about your journey so far ✨ What kind of support or connection you’re looking for right now This isn’t just a group, it’s a sisterhood. Let’s get to know each other! 💬💕 Feel free to drop a photo, a favorite quote, or anything else that feels true to you.

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Have you ever had an emotional moment while working out or trying to do something you used to be able to do with ease before your diagnosis? I’d love to hear how you navigated it. This space is safe for every version of you. Strong, hurting, hopeful, frustrated… all of it. 💛 Here's my most recent vulnerable moment... Despite the excruciating pain in my neck and shoulders, I showed up. I couldn’t lift my arms above my head, not even to hold a light weight. But my lower body felt okay, and I didn’t want to skip another training session (I had already missed a few days this week). The pain has been relentless for weeks now, and nothing seems to bring relief. For a long time, I didn’t think this pain was connected to my RA. But after my recent conversation with a former co-worker, I’ve started to see it differently. Now I believe the inflammation might be at the root of the pain, the limited range of motion, the numbness, the dull aches, all of it. So there I was, tears welling up, sitting on a box with 2lb dumbbells in my hands, struggling to raise them overhead for a tricep extension. My husband stood nearby, gently encouraging me to try without any weight. I felt bad. I didn’t want to take up his workout time so I told him I’d just sit this one out so he didn’t have to “babysit” me. Then my trainer came over. He already knew what was going on because he’s seen me struggle in past classes. Without judgment, he offered a new option: “Let’s skip that one. Try curls instead.” And then he said something that broke me open: “The hardest part is over. You walked through the door. The heaviest weight in here is the door, and you carried it. You’re an example to all the women in your community. Be strong for them.” And that’s when I cried. I did the curls. I did what I could. As a former athlete, it’s heartbreaking to feel weak, dependent, and limited. But at the same time, I’m deeply grateful for a husband who sees me, and a trainer who meets me with compassion when I need it most.