TLC - The Lyday Center

09/09/2026

Getting My Brain Back… One Whoops at a Time 🧠❤️
One of the hardest things about losing your health isn't the pain.
It isn't the fatigue.
It isn't even the uncertainty.
For me...
It was losing my brain.
Before my most recent mold exposure, life looked very different.
I had reached my goal weight.
I was in the best shape of my life.
I was riding 100-mile bike rides and training for an Ironman.
Professionally, I was firing on all cylinders. I was serving as a Regional Medical Director for a large hospital system, running a busy private practice, overseeing a wound care center, serving as medical director for multiple assisted living communities and a large nursing home.
I loved the pace.
I could juggle a hundred things at once and somehow keep all the balls in the air.
Then life happened.
Mold exposure.
A mandatory vaccine.
A stressful relationship.
It was like someone reached into my brain and unplugged half the circuits.
The woman who could manage multiple businesses suddenly had to stop and think about how to spell street names.
Typing became work.
Remembering simple words became work.
Holding a conversation while trying to do something else?
Forget it.
It was terrifying.
And if you've been there, you know exactly what I mean.
People would say, "You're fine."
But inside I was thinking...
"You have no idea how much of me is missing."
The beautiful thing is...
Brains heal.
Maybe not overnight.
Maybe not perfectly.
But they heal.
As my inflammation has come down, as I've worked on mold, mitochondria, lymphatics, infections, genetics, nervous system regulation, and every other layer we've uncovered...
I've noticed something incredible.
My brain is coming back.
I'm multitasking again.
I'm connecting dots faster.
I'm remembering details.
I'm able to think several steps ahead again.
And honestly?
It feels like getting a piece of myself back that I wasn't sure I'd ever see again.
But...
There is one tiny problem.
Apparently my confidence has returned faster than my scheduling skills. 😂
Case in point...
Gio and I are heading to Indianapolis today for my birthday redo.
(Yes... my birthday was in May. Pneumonia had other plans, so Bruno Mars had to wait.)
I wanted everything to be perfect.
Concert.
Hotel.
Massage.
Relaxation.
I booked us a wonderful massage at the hotel spa.
Only...
I booked it for yesterday.
Not today.
Yesterday.
So somewhere in Indianapolis there were two massage therapists who got paid to have an unexpectedly relaxing afternoon.
You're welcome. 😂
It's funny now, but it reminded me of something I see in so many of my warriors.
As your brain heals, you often regain abilities before you've completely regained the systems that organize those abilities.
You're thinking faster.
Doing more.
Feeling more like yourself.
Then...
Whoops.
You send the email to the wrong person.
Forget why you walked into a room.
Book a massage 24 hours early.
Or accidentally schedule yourself to be in two places at once.
Healing isn't linear.
It's messy.
It's beautiful.
It's humbling.
And sometimes it's hilarious.
So if you're walking this journey and you have one of those moments...
Please don't beat yourself up.
Celebrate it.
Because the fact that you're trying to do more usually means your brain is asking for its old life back.
Just maybe...
Don't ask me to plan our next international vacation while I'm answering emails, booking hotels, ordering supplements, and talking to Gio.
We might end up in Iceland instead of Italy.
Although...
Knowing us...
We'd probably have a pretty amazing adventure anyway. ❤️

09/09/2026

Happy hump day warriors! Hope your day is filled with smiles and sunshine!

09/08/2026

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09/08/2026

What did the weekend look like in the land of Doc & Gio? ❤️
This weekend wasn't glamorous.
It wasn't tropical.
It wasn't relaxing.
But it was exactly the kind of weekend that fills our cups.
Saturday started with several hours in the hyperbaric chamber, giving our bodies the oxygen they need to heal from the inside out. After that, we spent two hours with Bob Miller diving deep into functional genetics and biochemistry. Every time we meet, I leave with another piece of the puzzle that will help our warriors who have been told, "Everything looks normal." There's always another layer to learn, and I absolutely love that.
Sunday was all about family.
A quick flight to Chicago... a drive to small-town America... a couple precious hours with Gio's kiddos... then turning right around, driving back, flying home, and finally crawling into bed close to midnight.
Would we do all that for just an hour or two together?
Every single time.
Some moments are worth every mile.
Monday brought another long HBOT session before we joined what felt like the entire city of Green Bay for one last pool day. It was one of those bittersweet reminders that summer in Wisconsin always disappears faster than we think.
Now the pool closes, the leaves will soon begin to change, pumpkin spice will somehow invade everything, and another season of healing begins.
Fall always feels like a fresh chapter to me.
New ideas.�New protocols.�New warriors.�New opportunities to help people reclaim their health.
I'm excited.
Here's to another week of learning, loving, healing, and never stopping the pursuit of getting just a little bit better than yesterday.
Bring it on, fall. 🍁💙

09/08/2026

We survived week one of keto.
And by survived, I mean nobody got divorced, nobody got stabbed with a fork, and Gio still willingly shares a house with me.
So obviously… huge success. 😂
I haven’t done a true keto push in a long time. Normally I would just throw myself into a three-day fast, become a tiny blonde tornado with low blood sugar, and warn everyone in my orbit to proceed with caution.
This time?
We’re being more humane.
Lower carb. Real food. Under about 50 grams of carbs. Letting the body remember how to burn fat instead of constantly demanding sugar like a dramatic toddler in a grocery store checkout line.
And honestly?
Week one was not magical.
It was not miserable.
It was just… interesting.
We are not doing this because of diet culture.
We are not doing this to punish our bodies.
We are doing this for metabolic flexibility, inflammation, brain health, mitochondria, surgery prep, and because our bodies were not designed to run on ultra-processed snack foods, inflammatory oils, fake ingredients, and constant glucose spikes.
We were designed for real food.
Meat.�Fish.�Eggs.�Healthy fats.�Vegetables.�Minerals.�Foods our great-grandmothers would recognize.
And let me tell you…
My body had opinions.
I expected cravings.
Maybe fatigue.
Maybe a dramatic moment where I stared longingly at a tortilla chip like it personally betrayed me.
But nope.
My keto flu showed up as PAIN.
Back pain.�Leg pain.�Uterine pain.�You-name-it pain.
Apparently my body decided week one was the perfect time to replay the greatest hits of every inflammatory pathway I’ve ever hated.
Very cute.
Very rude.
But also fascinating.
Because I am doing this to prepare my body for January surgery. I want inflammation down. I want blood sugar stable. I want mitochondria online. I want lymph moving. I want tissue repair supported.
Surgery is not just a procedure.
It is a metabolic event.�An inflammatory event.�A lymphatic event.�A mitochondrial demand.
And I want my body walking into that operating room saying:
“We trained for this.”
Thank God for Mak, who is making us clean meals and saving us from decision fatigue.
Thank God for Rhonda, who is doing this with us and making things like chia pudding feel less like “health jail” and more like “okay, maybe we can actually do this.”
And now comes the real test…
Our TLC cruise is October 2.
A floating party ship.
Food everywhere.�Desserts everywhere.�Drinks everywhere.�Social pressure everywhere.
Can we still have fun and ride the keto wave?
Hell yes.
Steak.�Seafood.�Eggs.�Salads.�Avocado.�Cheese.�Olives.�Sparkling water.�A little strategy.�A lot of remembering why we started.
And this week, Gio and I are heading to Indianapolis for my Bruno Mars birthday redo after pneumonia stole the first one.
Indy is where I did my rotating DO internship and spent my first year as a real doctor.
So going back now feels poetic.
Older.�Wiser.�Still blonde.�Still spicy.�Still a little sore.�But more aligned than ever.
This is not medical advice for everyone to start keto tomorrow.
This is our story.
Our reset.�Our experiment.�Our next layer.�Our way of asking:
What happens when we stop feeding inflammation and start feeding repair?
Week one was not perfect.
But it was doable.
And sometimes doable is enough.
One clean meal.�One low-carb day.�One electrolyte drink.�One walk.�One choice at a time.
That is how we rebuild.
Not through perfection.
Through repetition.�Through support.�Through refusing to give up on our bodies.
So here we go.
Week two begins.
And if you see me on a cruise ship in October eating steak and drinking sparkling water while everyone else is face-first in the dessert buffet…
Just know I am probably manifesting the TLC Healing Cruise of 2027.
And yes, you’re invited. 💛

09/06/2026

🧬🐇 NORMAL PEOPLE SPEND LABOR DAY WEEKEND RELAXING.
Apparently, I spend mine DOWN A GENETICS RABBIT HOLE WITH BOB MILLER. 😂
Yesterday started with 3 HOURS of HBOT while listening to Bob’s functional genomics training.
Then I thought, You know what sounds relaxing after that?
ANOTHER TWO HOURS LIVE WITH BOB going through the genetics of two of my Warriors. 🤓
And THIS is where it got really interesting.
In one of my most exquisitely sensitive Warriors—the kind where we try the tiniest intervention and her body says:
🔥 ABSOLUTELY NOT, DOC T. 🔥
—we identified a de novo genetic variant.
Neither parent appears to carry it.
Does that automatically mean we found THE answer?
No.
But it gives us another fascinating clue to investigate: Is this variant clinically meaningful? Does it fit her symptoms and physiology? Or is it simply an interesting genetic finding?
THIS is why I love doing genetics on families.
Mom gave you this.
Dad gave you that.
Your sibling got a completely different combination.
And occasionally we get to figure out…
WHO SCREWED WHO GENETICALLY. 😂😂😂
Kidding.
Sort of.
The deeper I get into genomics, the more I realize how incredibly interconnected these pathways are.
Mitochondria.
Oxidative stress.
Cell membranes.
Inflammatory signaling.
Nutrient metabolism.
Neurotransmitters.
Ion transport.
One pathway touches another, which touches another, which touches another.
It is one enormous biological puzzle.
And Bob can look at these pathways like I look at a CBC.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting there thinking:
WAIT. GO BACK. WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO THE IRON-SULFUR CLUSTER?! 😂
But I LOVE IT.
Because for some of my Warriors, we've already spent years working through the obvious pieces.
And then there are the Warriors whose bodies simply won't tolerate us doing very much at all.
Sometimes that isn't permission to PUSH HARDER.
Sometimes it's your body telling us:
BACK UP.
SLOW DOWN.
LOOK DEEPER.
GO BACK TO THE BASICS.
Genetics isn't destiny.
A SNP isn't automatically a diagnosis.
And a computer-generated pathway doesn't replace clinical medicine.
But genetics can give us CLUES.
And clues are exactly what a medical detective wants. 🔎🧬
Apparently five hours of this yesterday wasn't enough because…
I'M DOING IT AGAIN TODAY. 😂
Two more family members.
Another Warrior.
More pathways.
More questions.
More learning.
And probably another 37 moments where Bob says something and I stare at the screen wondering whether he temporarily switched languages. 😂
But while I'm spending my holiday weekend disappearing farther down the rabbit hole, I have an assignment for YOU:
SLOW DOWN.
Do something for yourself today.
Take the walk.
Sit outside.
Sleep.
Read.
Laugh.
Turn your phone off.
Spend time with someone you love.
Because, Warrior…
YOU ARE YOUR MOST IMPORTANT INVESTMENT.
Protect it.
Nourish it.
And never stop learning what YOUR body needs. ❤️
I'll see you when I crawl back out of the rabbit hole.
Although at this point…
I wouldn't count on that happening anytime soon. 🐇🧬😂

09/06/2026

Happy Sunday warriors! Make sure to do something today that makes your heart happy!

09/05/2026

Happy Saturday warriors! We love you!

09/05/2026

We made a warrior fight song for our peeps. Pretty catchy and sums up how it feels - check it out and get the song stuck in your head!

Warriors - our new fight song
https://youtu.be/HTBkxPzGvrw

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09/04/2026

She didn’t fall apart.
She kept showing up.
She worked. She cared for everyone else. She managed family crises, medical emergencies, impossible decisions, grief, menopause, pain, and the kind of stress that keeps the body in survival mode long after the emergency is over.
From the outside, she looked strong.
Inside, her body was keeping score.
Then came the joint pain. The inflammation. The skin changes. The symptoms that could no longer be pushed aside.
For years, she sent other patients to us.
This week, she finally came for herself.
That may be the bravest part of her story.
Because sometimes the body does not whisper forever.
Sometimes it finally says:
“You have carried enough.”
Chronic stress does not explain every autoimmune condition, and it should never be used to dismiss real symptoms. But severe, prolonged stress can affect the nervous system, hormones, inflammation, immune regulation, sleep, pain, and the body’s ability to recover.
Stress may not be the whole story.
But it can be the match that lands on already-dry kindling.
Her next chapter is not about simply surviving.
It is about investigating the full picture, supporting her nervous system, addressing inflammation, evaluating possible autoimmune disease, and finally giving her body the care she has given everyone else.
Same warrior.
New direction.
And this time, she is not walking it alone.