(Because Crying on the Floor Was Getting Old)

Hi, magical mess of a human. ๐Ÿ–ค
I'm The Wellness Witch โ€” part-time glow-up magician, full-time "what the actual f*ck is happening" survivor.

Let's keep it painfully real:
Not long ago, my life hit a full-blown Disney villain origin story:
โœ… Divorce
โœ… Bankruptcy
โœ… Nervous breakdown
โœ… Existential crisis sprinkled with just the right amount of panic attacks for spice

And there I was, face down on the floor, ugly crying into a half-eaten cookie.

โœจ But then... โœจ
I remembered something:
Witches don't die.
They plot their comeback. ๐Ÿ–ค

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๐Ÿšฒ Cardio Was My First Spell

Every damn morning, I dragged my sorry ass onto a stationary bike in my living room.
One hour.
No excuses.
No applause.
No motivational soundtrack telling me I was "crushing it."

Just me, my broken heart, and the stubborn decision to keep moving even when everything inside me begged to stay broken.

Fun fact:
At first, I wasn't "glowing up."
I was just sweating, swearing, and occasionally ugly crying into my sports bra.

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๐Ÿ’ง Sweat, Tears, and 30 Kilos of Emotional Baggage

I didnโ€™t just lose weight.
I lost 30 kilos โ€” and with it, years of heartbreak, fear, and other people's bullshit they had dumped on me.

Every drop of sweat was a receipt.
A receipt for every betrayal, every broken dream, every "you're not enough" I had swallowed.

Was it glamorous?
No.
It was sweaty, messy, and most of the time I looked like a soggy raccoon on wheels.

But somewhere between sobbing, pedaling, and swearing at the universe,
โœจI found myself again.โœจ

Stronger.
Lighter.
Wilder.
And ready to burn down anything that didn't serve my highest self.

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๐Ÿ›ก๏ธ Birth of the Wellness Witch (And the Glow-Up Armor)

You see, witches donโ€™t wait for a hero.
We become the hero.
(And obviously, we need something badass to wear while doing it.)

So, I started designing my own sportswear.
Not just any sportswear โ€”
Glow-up armor built for sweaty cardio witches, heartbreak survivors, and phoenixes-in-progress.

โœจ Clothes that whisper: "Youโ€™re unstoppable, bitch" even when youโ€™re crying on a bike. โœจ

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๐Ÿงน Welcome to The Wellness Witch Blog

If you're here looking for:

  • Perfect meal plans โœ–๏ธ

  • Toxic positivity โœ–๏ธ

  • "Just think happy thoughts" โœ–๏ธ

You're gonna be deeply disappointed. ๐Ÿ˜‚

But if you're into:

  • Real AF glow-up magic ๐Ÿช„

  • Self-care spells that actually work ๐Ÿช„

  • Turning your scars into superpowers ๐Ÿช„

  • Laughing, crying, sweating, and thriving (sometimes all at once) ๐Ÿช„

Then baby โ€” welcome to the coven. ๐Ÿ–ค

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๐ŸŽ™๏ธ PS: Wanna Level Up Your Glow Even Faster?

If youโ€™re vibing with this messy, magical ride โ€”
you'll LOVE my podcast Level Up Your Selfie! ๐ŸŽ™๏ธโœจ

Itโ€™s where we spill the tea, embrace the chaos, laugh through the healing, and turn our lives into magical masterpieces (one slightly unhinged cardio session at a time).
Good vibes only โ€” but donโ€™t mistake that for sugarcoating.

๐Ÿ‘‰ Tune into Level Up Your Selfie here:

Spotify

Podcaster

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๐Ÿ›๏ธ Oh, and one more thing...

If youโ€™re ready to dress like the unstoppable queen you are โ€”
check out my Glow-Up Sportswear Collection made for heartbreak survivors and comeback legends. ๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ›ก๏ธ

๐Ÿ‘‰ ๐Ÿ”— Peep my Glow-Up Sportswear Collection Here โ€” Built for Sweat, Tears, and Total World Domination.

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โœจ You are the Potion.

You are the Spell.

You are the Freaking Magic. ๐Ÿช„

Time to ride your destiny, babe. ๐Ÿšดโ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’ž๐ŸŒช๏ธ


๐Ÿ”—ย Follow my Cardio Healing Journey on Insta โ€“ Warning: May cause unexpected inspiration.

And as always โ€”
Extra rainbow sparkles upon you.
And good vibes only.
ย ๐Ÿ’–

Angelina Mi Lajki

Angelina Mi Lajki

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