Welcome to The Well
My name is Cayt, and movement has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. I’m not sure why I was drawn to sport from such a young age, but movement of all sorts was simply my first love. Mommy-and-me swim lessons as a baby turned into ballet on stage by age three and swim team by four. Over the years, I tried nearly every sport I could get my hands on. Dance, swimming, volleyball, softball, basketball, cross country, gymnastics, baton, soccer, and karate. What began as joy and curiosity eventually became so much more.
Swimming and team sports taught me so much about discipline. I think a lot of my gritty personality traces back to sport because of the standard and expectation to show up and work hard. It didn’t matter if you were tired, sick, or didn’t feel like going. You were on a team with a schedule you committed to, and you were going to be there. Somewhere along the way, subconsciously, I began to develop the belief that my worth was tied to how I performed and how I looked, even though I didn’t yet have language for it.
I swam competitively from age four through eighteen, finishing after graduating high school. When I went off to college to study health and fitness, I believed I was pursuing wellness, but my relationship with my body continued to deteriorate. Without a team schedule, I lived in fear of the freshman fifteen and of slipping away from such an active lifestyle. I did endless cardio, some very unintentional strength training, and ate as little as I possibly could. The smaller I got, the more compliments I received. That must equal worth, right?
Eventually, eating less stopped working. That’s when binge eating entered the picture. I wouldn’t eat much during the week and couldn’t eat in front of people, but when I was alone, I would consume whatever I could just to get calories. Bowls of cereal. Bags of trail mix. Peanut butter and jelly after peanut butter and jelly. The cycle repeated, and despite countless days of limited calories, the weight gain began.
Around this time, I wasn’t quite ready to let go of cardio, but I discovered that I genuinely liked strength training. I was naturally decent at it and the shifted focus from how I looked to what I could do was incredibly freeing. I met a few mentors, devoured every book and article I could find, and dove in headfirst with powerlifting. The heavy lifting culture encouraged eating more food without guilt, something I deeply needed in that season, but mentally I wasn’t there yet. I wanted to eat. I just didn’t know how to eat well. I oscillated between restriction and excess, loving the idea of health but feeling completely disconnected from it.
During this season, I believed powerlifting had truly saved me.
In 2020, right before the world shut down, I met Cody. The pandemic forced everything to slow. We couldn’t work and we couldn’t really go anywhere. For the first time in a long time, there was space to see what I actually enjoyed without the pressure of constantly doing or achieving. I realized that I am incredibly multipassionate. I love being outside, cooking, keeping a home, reading, learning, caring for our dogs, and spending time with Cody. Life felt sweet in a way I hadn’t experienced before. I really loved not performing and simply living.
Through stillness, through companionship, and through simply being, I started to learn what I wanted from life. Who I wanted to become. What kind of days I wanted to live. I realized I had been missing out on life because I didn’t have the capacity to be present. I had spent so much time standing on the sidelines, chasing perfection, and worrying about things that will never matter.
Somewhere along the way, I also found Jesus. Not through my parents or a mentor, but in a deeply personal way. I spent time with Him in His word and in prayer. I learned that I was created well and deeply loved. I started to believe that my life had a big and beautiful purpose. My perspective was shaken when I realized that this body and this life were gifts to steward, not problems to solve or idols to worship. I was meant to enjoy this life and God’s creation, something I could never fully do while being consumed by my appearance or performance.
Today, I wake up with an urgency and an excitement to experience and participate in this life. This beautiful perspective shift fills every small moment with meaning. I am honored that I am given such a great responsibility and filled with purpose that overflows into every aspect of my life. It is no longer “just a workout” or “just a meal” or “just cleaning the bathroom”. Every action I take is a choice to live well.
The Well exists for this reason. While movement and strength training specifically were my first loves in the world of exercise, today I believe living well goes far beyond the workouts. It’s the way we think, the way we rest, the way we interact, the way we spend our time, and the way we pursue our calling. This space is built for women who are ready to train hard, build real strength, and challenge themselves, while also caring for their mind, body, and spirit. I’ve created this space not only to provide structured training and clarity around nutrition, but also to serve as a hub where you can fill up your cup and then step back into your world as the woman God has created you to be.
You and I were made well, and we are gifted the opportunity to live well—not just in body, but in purpose, faith, and service. To nourish, strengthen, rest, and serve with intention.
Welcome to The Well.
-Cayt Miller
