What the food fad lobby gets wrong about Indian women.
PCOS doesn't care about your latest cleanse.
To meet every Indian woman in her own kitchen, with food she already loves, and walk her — patiently, without shame — back to a body that feels like hers. To replace the extreme with the sustainable. The fashionable with the right.
A generation of South Indian women whose first instinct in any health season — period irregularity, thyroid trouble, pregnancy, perimenopause — is not Google, not a fad cleanse, and not a guilt spiral. It is a thali, a glass of buttermilk, and a clinician who knows their name.
Nothing is prescribed in week one. We map the medical history, the labs, the family kitchen, the work week, the stress, the sleep, the movement. We pay attention to what nobody else has had time to ask about.
Built around your own staples — the rice, the dal, the curd, the pickles you grew up with. Tamil-readable on the page, portion-clear, lab-target-aligned. We test the plan on real shopping lists and your own kitchen's tempo.
We watch the bloodwork move — HbA1c, LH/FSH, TSH, ferritin. We watch the energy at 3 PM, the sleep at 11 PM, the mood at 7 AM. The plan you leave with is the plan you've already lived for two months.
I'm a clinical nutritionist trained at MGM, registered with the IDA, and I've spent the last six years working with women across South India navigating PCOS, insulin resistance, and the long arc of hormonal health.
I started Replate because I was tired of two things. The wellness industry, which sold women shame. And the medical system, which sold them indifference. The patients I saw were caught in between — armed with bad advice and worse confidence.
The work I do is unglamorous. We sit with the labs. We talk through last week. We re-write the chapati count. We celebrate a week of regular sleep more than a kilo on the scale. I take five new patients a month, never more.
The plan isn't perfect. It's hers.
"I came in scared of carbs and ended up eating more rice than I have in five years. My HbA1c dropped from 6.2 to 5.4. My cycle is regular. I haven't weighed myself in three months. I can think again."
The work isn't a one-shot plan. It's a relationship. You get me — not a junior, not a chatbot, not a content writer. We meet eight times. We adjust. We finish only when the plan is something you could write yourself.
PCOS doesn't care about your latest cleanse.
A small intervention with outsized return.
Curry leaf, jeera, pepper. That's it.