The Spring Reset I Didn't Plan For

Written by Savannah Chrisley

Published April 18, 2026

Hey y'all! Can we talk about how spring in Nashville hits different? One day you're in your oversized sweatshirt crying into your coffee about the rain, and the next you're sitting on your porch in shorts wondering how the dogwoods bloomed overnight. It's like God flips a switch and suddenly everything's alive again.

I've been thinking a lot about that lately — how nature knows exactly when to let go of the dead stuff and make room for the new. Meanwhile, here I am, holding onto jeans from 2019 "just in case" and keeping toxic thought patterns like they're family heirlooms. Anyone else? Just me? Cool...

When Your Body Teaches You Grace

So here's where it gets real. Remember when I told y'all I hit almost 160 lbs? Well, I'm down 25 pounds now, and before you ask — yes, I'm still on my semaglutide journey. But that's not what this is about. This is about the moment last week when Chloe asked me why I was crying in my closet.

I was trying on this dress I wore to a event two years ago. You know, back when I thought my worth was measured by the size tag in my clothes. The dress fit again, but looking in that mirror, all I could see was how much I'd been punishing myself. Not just with food or exercise, but with this constant internal dialogue of "not enough."

Savannah sitting on her Nashville porch in spring light — Some mornings you just need your porch, your coffee, and a good cry

Chloe climbed into my lap (yes, she's 13 and still does this), and said, "Vannah, you're prettier when you smile." Out of the mouths of babes, y'all. That kid schools me daily on what actually matters.

“Spring cleaning isn't just about your closets. Sometimes it's about clearing out the lies you've been telling yourself all winter.”

— Savannah

My therapist has been all over me about this. She keeps asking, "What would happen if you just... let yourself be happy at whatever size you are?" Revolutionary concept, right? But between my endometriosis flares and trying to balance hormones while raising two kids and running a business, my body is doing its absolute best. Maybe it's time I started treating it like the friend it is instead of an enemy to conquer.

The Unexpected Blessings

Here's what spring has taught me: sometimes the biggest transformations happen when you stop trying so damn hard. I started taking NAD+ for energy (because lord knows I need it with Grayson's baseball schedule), and instead of obsessing over every pound, I'm focusing on how I feel. Strong. Capable. Present.

Mom called me yesterday and said, "Baby, you sound different. Lighter." And y'all, she's right. I feel like I'm finally exhaling after holding my breath for two years. Maybe that's what spring is really about — not just new growth, but finally letting yourself breathe again.

So here's my challenge for you this week: what are you holding onto that's keeping you from blooming? That toxic friend? The jeans that make you feel bad every time you see them? The belief that you have to earn your worth through suffering? Honey, it's time to let that sh-t go. Spring's here, and you deserve to grow too. With love, Savannah