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I'm a Wellness Coach With Liver Disease. I refused to stop drinking. Here's what happened. I've been a wellness coach for 11 years. IIN-certified at 32, built a six-figure practice by 35, group program with 200+ alumni, the whole arc. So liver health is one of the hardest things I see women struggle with, and the hardest version is the one I lived inside for the last eight months: a wellness coach whose own body started doing the thing she'd built her career promising women they could avoid. The belly that won't go down no matter what they eat. The exhaustion that hits every afternoon like a switch being thrown. The brain fog so thick they lose words mid-sentence. I've had clients tell me they wake up three, sometimes four times a night. The thirst that never goes away. The ache under their right rib they've learned to ignore because nobody takes it seriously. Day and night, it never stops. About eight months ago, it happened to me. My own liver numbers started climbing. My doctor, not even my functional doctor, the regular MD I see twice a year to keep my insurance happy, said what I'd been hearing my clients quote their doctors on for years. My liver wasn't where it needed to be. I needed to make serious changes. Possibly for life. I was 43. I had a 12-week group program launching the next Monday. I had a retreat in Tulum on the calendar for March. I had a podcast guest spot scheduled for the next week, episode topic, ironically, "How to Read Your Body's Signals Before They Become Diagnoses." I sat in the parking lot for an hour after the appointment, holding the lab printout, trying to work out how a woman who had built her entire career around metabolic health was sitting in her car with her own labs in her hand. The functional panels I'd been running on myself for years. The morning routine I taught women to copy. The cleanse I'd run twice a year since 2017. The biohacker stack on my kitchen counter that I photographed for Instagram. The Substack essays about circadian rhythm and bile flow and methylation that my paid subscribers read every Sunday. It had all been working. Until it wasn't. I'm 43. And until eight months ago I thought of myself as a healthy person. Not just basically healthy, embodied healthy. The example. The proof. The version of the wellness life that worked. A glass of natural wine at dinner most nights. Mezcal at industry events. A clean tequila on the rocks when I went out with my husband. The orange wine my somm friend kept bringing to my dinner parties. Plus the ceremonial-cacao retreats and the breathwork weekends where the wine showed up too, even though we all pretended otherwise. Plus the long pours with my closest coach friends when we'd get together to "process" between launches. Not a problem. Never has been. Everybody in my world drinks like this. Natural wine has antioxidants. Tequila is clean. Mezcal is sacred. We told each other these things and we believed them. Except somewhere around 41, things started changing. At first it was just the belly. That hard, bloated middle that showed up and never left, even on the cleanse weeks. Even on the morning of the third day of an intermittent fasting block. Even after the colonics I quietly went and got but never posted about. I stopped wearing the fitted linen dresses I'd worn to my retreats. Switched to the longer flowy ones. Angled myself in every photo my retreat photographer took in Tulum. By dinner, even on the cleanest day of the cleanest protocol I'd ever written, I'd look weeks pregnant. By evening my stomach would push out like something inside me was swollen. I blamed perimenopause. Blamed cortisol. Blamed everything I'd been teaching my clients to blame. Then came the mid-program-call crash. That sudden wall of exhaustion and fog that would hit me right in the middle of my 4pm group coaching call, the time I was supposed to be the most present, the most embodied, the most clearly the example of what I taught. I'd been doing those calls for eight years and now I was losing words mid-sentence. Standing in front of the camera trying to remember the framework I'd written myself. Filtering my Lives heavier and heavier. Editing my own podcast appearances down to remove the gaps. A wellness coach who can't think clearly on her own group call is a wellness coach about to lose her clients. I started dreading 4pm the way the women I coached dreaded their MRIs. Then the sleep. I'd finally fall asleep at midnight and wake up at 2am. Thirsty. Then again at 4. Lying there with the Oura ring telling me what I already knew — my deep sleep was destroyed, my HRV was tanking, my readiness scores were red for the fourth week in a row. The very tracker I'd told a hundred clients would help them know their bodies was now telling on me to me, every single morning. Then the skin. Random itching that would wake me up at 3am scratching my forearms. Redness on my palms I'd never had before. Looking puffy and aged in ways no amount of red-light therapy or LED mask or peptide cream could touch. I'd be on a wellness summit panel and have to bail before the after-party because I couldn't keep my eyes open past nine. I'd cancel the retreats I used to co-host with my IIN friends. I'd show up to my own dinner parties and spend the whole evening sitting on the couch trying to hold it together while my own clients texted me asking what protocol I was on. I blamed perimenopause. My closest coach friends and I joked about "the biohacker forty body." Normal high-functioning-female stuff, we told each other. Now I was the one living what my clients described. And let me tell you, every one of them was right. It's a living hell. My doctor was very clear. The recommendation was full abstinence. Stop the natural wine. Stop the mezcal. Stop the tequila. Stop the "ceremonial" anything. Maintain it for life. And then she said the thing that made me close my eyes: "Lindsay, you of all people should know better." She wasn't being cruel. She was being honest. And she was right. I told her I'd think about it. But I knew I wasn't doing it. I've watched too many of my wellness peers try to "go dry" in our industry. The ones who quit drinking entirely and tried to stay visible, within six months, they'd written a Substack series about sobriety that became their whole brand. They lost half their clients who'd signed up to learn what they used to teach. They became the dry coach with a podcast about dryness, and they spent the next four years explaining their old self to their new audience. I wasn't becoming the sobriety coach. I'd built my brand on metabolic health, hormonal balance, breathwork, embodiment. The minute I started publicly white-knuckling abstinence, my entire positioning was gone. And on top of that, the entire wellness ecosystem I worked inside ran on the natural-wine-at-dinner-parties model. My referral network. My retreat co-hosts. My podcast network. My closest peers. Becoming the woman who couldn't drink at a Tulum dinner table wasn't just an identity loss. It was a network loss. And for what? An LFT number my doctor said could be addressed in other ways. While my whole career, my income, my chosen industry, my brand, got traded for an outcome that wasn't even guaranteed. The natural wine at dinner was the only fifteen minutes of my day where I wasn't being the coach. I wasn't trading it. So I just dealt with it. Liver support supplements from my supplement dispensary login. Two different brands — both high-end, both practitioner-grade, both ones I'd been recommending to clients for years. Nothing shifted. Cut my drinks in half. One glass of natural wine instead of two. Mocktails at the wellness mixers. Cold lemon water at the dinner parties. The belly didn't move. The fatigue didn't move. The numbers barely budged after eight weeks of cutting back. Then I tried milk thistle. Not the pharmacy kind — the professional-grade tincture I'd been carrying in my dispensary, the one with the certificate of analysis from the bottle company. Took it three times a day for three months. My numbers barely moved. I figured milk thistle just wasn't strong enough for my situation. Nothing really worked. But what else was I supposed to do — quit, rebrand, lose my industry network, and become the "I used to drink" coach for the next decade of my career? Then about nine weeks ago, a former client texted me. A woman who'd graduated from my 12-week program three years ago. We'd stayed loosely in touch. She'd been a high-achieving entrepreneur — the kind who came into my program already running her own functional protocols. Bloodwork every six months. Five different supplements at therapeutic doses. Cleanses twice a year. Same drinking pattern as me — natural wine at dinner, mezcal on weekends, a cocktail at events. Her liver enzymes had been climbing for two years. She'd done what I'd taught her. She'd done what her functional doctor had recommended. She'd done what every coach in the wellness ecosystem had suggested. Nothing had moved. She asked if we could get on a call. I assumed she wanted to come back into a 1:1 container with me. I made the time. When she got on the Zoom, I almost didn't recognize her. Lighter, somehow. Not weight-lighter. The other kind. The kind only a woman who's been doing this work for years recognizes. I asked how she was doing. She said something I didn't expect. She told me her numbers had finally come down. Way down. After two years of trying everything in our ecosystem. She'd found a liver formula, a specific combination of compounds in specific concentrations. Had been taking it every morning for two months. Same wine at dinner. Same protocols. Same routine. And for the first time since her labs first flagged, the numbers had come down — not nudged, come down — and the bloating she'd been hiding under her own brand of athleisure was finally softening. I'll be honest, I was skeptical. After 11 years in the wellness industry — and a lifetime of watching every "liver detox" and "bile-mover protocol" and "phase one/phase two methylation stack" the industry has packaged for women like me — I've heard every supplement story there is. I've watched clients chase miracle cures. I know how this usually ends. Especially in our world, where every coach on Instagram is pushing a different protocol every other week, and every supplement company is trying to get on my dispensary list. But she seemed so genuinely relieved. Not excited the way people are when they're selling something. Relieved. Like someone who'd been holding her breath for two years and finally let it go. I knew that face. I'd seen it on my retreat alumni after they finally let go of something they'd been carrying for years. I'd seen it on myself in old photos before I knew anything was wrong. That night, I woke up at 2am. Thirsty. Then again at 4. I kept thinking about what she'd said. So I looked it up. And that's when I realized why everything I'd tried before had failed. Including the practitioner-grade milk thistle. Including, frankly, the entire protocol stack I'd been carrying in my dispensary for eleven years. Here's what nobody explains when they hand you a bottle of liver support — and almost nobody in the wellness coaching world is talking about, even though we should be the ones who know. The liver doesn't have ONE problem. It has THREE happening at the same time. And for women like us — women who have built our careers and our identities around metabolic health, women whose own bodies have been processing ten years of "ceremonial" cacao and natural wine and biohacker stacks and double-decade morning protocols — all three were started early and run on accelerated time. Think of the liver like a kitchen that hasn't been deep-cleaned in years. Now imagine that kitchen has been processing not just regular life but every supplement, every herb, every "cleanse," every wellness protocol you've ever run on yourself for the last decade. The kitchen has been working. Working hard. It's been processing the wellness life on top of regular life. And it has never gotten an actual rest because the wellness life is itself constant input. Problem one: The appliances are wearing down. The cells inside the liver where all the processing happens have been under stress for decades. Every drink, every medication, every processed ingredient, every environmental toxin passes through these cells — and yes, every supplement and every "detox" tincture passes through them too. Over time, their membranes weaken. Their internal defenses drop. They produce less glutathione, the molecule the liver uses to neutralize everything toxic that passes through it. This is the problem most supplements try to address. Support the cells. Boost glutathione. It's real science. I've been teaching it for a decade. But here's why it wasn't enough on its own. Problem two: The drain is clogged. The liver produces bile, a cleaning fluid that carries processed waste out of the organ. Fat, toxins, used hormones, inflammatory debris — and yes, the by-products of every herb and tincture the wellness world has run through it — all of it exits through bile. When bile flow gets sluggish, which happens under chronic stress and toxic load, the waste doesn't leave. It sits in the liver tissue. It accumulates. It hardens. The kitchen appliances might be working, but the drain is backed up and the waste has nowhere to go. This is the problem we don't address — not even inside our own industry. Not the practitioner-grade liver supplements. Not the bile-mover protocols I've seen functional MDs prescribe. Not even the high-quality single-ingredient formulas from the brands on every coach's dispensary login. Because there's no popular supplement category called "bile flow support" — even in the wellness ecosystem. Most coaches I know — and I've been to hundreds of trainings — have never even heard the word cholagogue. Problem three: The grease is caked on. Fat accumulates inside the liver over years of metabolic stress. This isn't the fat you can see or burn with HIIT or fasting or any of the techniques I've taught women in my programs. It's fat packed between and inside the liver cells themselves. It physically reduces the organ's processing capacity. Like a kitchen where every surface is coated in a layer of grease that no amount of scrubbing the appliances will fix. For women in our industry — women who started running cleanses in our twenties and were doing dawn yoga at thirty — that layer started building somewhere around the year we got our certification. Three problems. Happening simultaneously. Accelerated by every "high-input" protocol we ever ran on ourselves. Every supplement I'd tried — including the practitioner-grade ones — addressed the first one. None of them touched the second or third. And not a single brand on my dispensary list had ever once acknowledged the women whose livers have been carrying the cumulative load of a wellness career. That's why the milk thistle barely moved my numbers. Not because milk thistle doesn't work. Because the milk thistle I was taking — yes, even the practitioner-grade tincture — only addressed one layer. And even if the potency had been right, milk thistle alone only addresses the first problem. Cell support and glutathione. Real science. Critical foundation. But if the bile isn't flowing and the fat isn't clearing, you're polishing appliances in a kitchen where the drain is still clogged and the grease is still caked on. The waste has nowhere to go. The fat keeps suffocating the cells. The numbers barely move. That's what I'd been doing for months. Polishing one set of appliances in a kitchen that needed a complete deep-clean. While charging clients to teach them the same incomplete framework. My former client's formula wasn't a single ingredient. It wasn't another protocol I'd recognize. It was a complete stack. Every layer addressed. In the right order. Built for the work the liver had actually been doing — including the cumulative load of a decade inside the wellness industry. It was called Uvora. When I looked at the formulation, I understood immediately why it worked when everything I'd been recommending for a decade hadn't. I'd been reading certificates of analysis since 2015. This wasn't another wellness label. Milk Thistle Extract, 300mg, standardized to 80% Silymarin. That's 240mg of actual active compound per dose. Not the 100 to 150mg of Silymarin buried inside a "1,000mg" generic capsule. This is the concentration the research points to. Milk Thistle is widely recognized as a well-established herbal in the liver support category. Over 4,500 published studies on Silymarin. This is the foundation. It supports glutathione. It supports liver cell renewal. It strengthens cell membranes. Problem one. Wormwood Extract. The primary cholagogue in the European herbal pharmacopoeia. Actively moves bile. When bile has been sluggish for years — which it has been for almost every woman in our industry past year five of running our own protocols — the ducts need that kind of direct stimulation to get going again. This is what starts the drain moving. Turmeric Extract, 95% Curcuminoids. Not the turmeric in your spice rack — and not the curcumin capsules half my industry has been carrying for the last six years. Clinical-grade extraction. It works from two directions: it loosens old bile and supports the production of fresh bile. Simultaneous release and replacement. Problem two. Clove Extract. Helps clear the inflammatory bile acids that have been trapped in stagnant ducts. In a liver that's been processing years of drinks, medications, environmental toxins — and a decade of constant supplement and herbal load on top — the bile itself becomes loaded with inflammatory compounds. Clove helps clear the ducts so the waste can actually exit. Inositol, 200mg. This is the compound that supports the fat layer directly. Research has explored Inositol's role in supporting healthy fat metabolism in the liver. It works on the metabolic signaling that determines whether the liver holds onto fat or processes it out. This is what strips the grease. Problem three. Pueraria Extract. Used in traditional medicine for centuries for liver support. Deep detoxification support that works alongside the Silymarin. L-Methionine. A critical amino acid for Phase II liver detoxification. This is the pathway that packages processed waste for elimination through bile. L-Methionine supports the export step, so what the liver neutralizes actually gets out, not just processed and left sitting in the tissue. Without this step, the other compounds do their job but the end product has no vehicle out. Vitamin C. Antioxidant cofactor that works alongside glutathione. Supports the regeneration cycle so the defense system stays active. Seven layers. One capsule. Cell support, glutathione, bile stimulation, bile release, duct clearing, fat metabolism, and methylation support for the exit pathway. After 11 years as a coach — and a lifetime of reading every ingredient panel my industry has ever marketed — I'd never seen a formula that addressed all three layers simultaneously. Every supplement I'd carried in my dispensary picked one layer and ignored the rest. I ordered it that night. When it arrived I could tell the formulation was serious. The Silymarin concentration alone told me this wasn't another label. I started it the next morning — alongside my regular routine. Lemon water. My usual stack. My morning Substack writing time. No changes to anything else. After about a week, I noticed the mid-program-call crash wasn't happening. Not fading, not happening. I ran a full 90-minute group call without losing a word, without filtering my video, without checking my notes more than once. I'd forgotten what that felt like. That night, I slept through. Actually slept through. No 2am wake-up. No lying there watching the Oura ring betray me. Just sleep. When I woke up I lay there for a moment trying to understand what was different. Seven hours. The Oura said 7:12 actually. Deep sleep was up. HRV was higher than it had been in eighteen months. Readiness — green. By the end of the second week, I checked my numbers. They were way down. I checked twice. The belly that I'd been hiding under the longer flowy dresses started softening by week three. The brain fog lifting. The 3am itching gone. The right rib ache quiet. It's been ten weeks now. I sleep through the night. Every night. The crash is gone. The skin is clearing. The ache under my right rib that I'd been pressing on every morning out of habit went quiet in week three. I co-led my retreat in Tulum last month. Wore the linen dress I'd packed for the retreat the year before and hadn't been able to button. Did the sunset breathwork with the group on the beach without sitting down halfway through. Felt like the version of me from before any of this — the version of me my clients had paid me to be for eleven years. I saw my former client at a wellness summit two weeks later and told her what had happened. She smiled and held my hand. "I knew you'd find it," she said. "We always do." After 11 years as a coach — and a decade of carrying brand after brand on my dispensary list, recommending to clients, running the protocols on myself — I thought I knew every option available to women with liver concerns. Turns out, one of my clients had found something I hadn't. Look, I know how supplement stories sound. I've been the skeptical coach on the other side of this conversation more times than I can count. And after eleven years inside an industry where every "Sunday reset" and "phase-based protocol" and "metabolic reboot" has been packaged a hundred different ways, I know how easy it is to spend thousands a year chasing what doesn't work. But I also know what my numbers show now. And I know what it feels like to wear a linen dress you packed for a retreat and gave up on, do the breathwork without sitting down, and feel like the version of yourself your clients have been paying you to be. Not all liver supplements are created equal. I wasted years on practitioner-grade products that barely moved my numbers. Premium formulas that addressed one layer while two others kept getting worse — and not a single one that acknowledged the women in our industry whose livers have been carrying the cumulative load of a wellness career. The formula has to be complete. Silymarin at real potency to support the cells and raise glutathione, not the diluted capsules where most of the pill is filler. Cholagogues that actively move bile, not just nudge it, but really get it moving, so the waste that's been sitting in the tissue for years actually has a way out. Inositol to support the fat layer that's been suffocating the tissue. And L-Methionine to make sure the exit pathway stays open so everything that gets processed — including the constant supplement load most of us in this industry have on board — actually leaves. If my former client hadn't reached out for that call, I'd still be filtering my Lives heavier and heavier, blaming perimenopause, and quietly hoping my next quarterly bloodwork would tell me something different than the last four. I've quietly mentioned Uvora to five women from my own coaching cohort since then. IIN-trained. Functional nutritionists. Breathwork facilitators. Yoga teachers. All of us with our own dispensaries. All of us with bloating we hide on Lives. All of us with the same belly, the same crash, the same climbing numbers, the same doctor suggesting we "of all people should know better." Every one of them has come back and said something is finally moving. One of them — a coach who'd been struggling with the same labs for three years and had been quietly thinking about rebranding as a sobriety coach because she couldn't see another way — texted me last week from her own retreat: "Lindsay. I led the morning movement. I led the breathwork. I led the integration. I haven't had a retreat day like this in two years. I'm not rebranding." I'm sharing this because I spent eight months inside the wellness industry secretly carrying labs I'd never let my clients see — knowing my brand was an embodiment promise and watching my body refuse to hold up its end of the deal. And because if there's a chance this helps a fellow coach keep her labs and her career and her embodiment without quitting the industry she built, it's worth saying out loud. For the coaches who recognize what I described — the bloating you can't hide on Lives, the mid-call crash you're masking with adaptogens, the Oura ring score you don't show anyone, the labs you don't talk about, the doctor who said you of all people should know better — and especially the ones who've already tried the practitioner-grade protocols from every brand in your dispensary — this is what I wish someone had told me eight months ago. And for anyone already cutting back on the wine and doing a deeper cleanse and telling yourself it's working — please know that cutting back only addresses one of the three things putting the load on your liver. The years of input. The cumulative supplement load. The decade in the industry. The liver needs complete support, not just less of one thing. One path: do what the doctor said. Quit everything. Rebrand as a sobriety coach. Lose your industry network. Hope the numbers move — knowing that for many women in our world, even total abstinence doesn't reverse what years of cumulative load have built. Another path: keep the career you built. Keep the dispensary. Keep the natural wine at the dinner party. Add the complete liver formula to your morning. Give the liver the support it has been running without for the years you've been pouring into other people. Track the numbers. See what happens. I chose the second path. It gave me my labs back. My sleep back. My linen dress back. Without giving up the brand I built around being the example. Uvora. Milk Thistle Extract at 80% Silymarin. Wormwood. Turmeric at 95% Curcuminoids. Clove. Inositol. Pueraria Extract. L-Methionine. Vitamin C. Cell support. Bile flow support. Fat metabolism. Methylation support. The complete liver support formula in one capsule. 30-day money-back guarantee. If you don't see improvement, every penny back. You risk nothing. 👉 https://getuvora.com/pages/liver-health — Lindsay K. P.S. I felt the difference by week one. Saw the numbers move by week two. Still improving at ten weeks. Still running my group program. Still co-leading retreats. Still pouring natural wine at my own dinner parties. Just finally giving my liver the complete support it had been running without for the eleven years I spent recommending incomplete stacks to clients. P.P.S. My closest wellness coach friend from my IIN cohort — who'd been quietly carrying the same labs and the same fear — started Uvora four days ago. She texted me yesterday from her morning routine: "Lindsay, I slept seven hours and my Oura scores are green for the first time in eight months. I think we've been doing this wrong for a decade." After 11 years inside the industry I finally have something real to share with the coaches who have been carrying this quietly with me. 👉 https://getuvora.com/pages/liver-health