What a weird and beautiful day! Things feel mixed up and a little ungrounded for me lately: my mind is filled with plans and thoughts of travel, love, work and
Exercise. Ex. Er. Size. What is it about that word that just makes people cringe? I love to work out and move my body, but just hearing the word “exercise”
Look at that beautiful haul. It’s from yesterday’s farmer’s market and I can’t wait to dig into all the goodies. (The La Croix is gone. It was delicious.)
I am a yoga instructor, health coach and beer lover. Some people hear about the first two and assume that I don’t eat chocolate or meat or dairy or sugar
This morning I woke up with the most intense craving for tomato juice. Spicy, fresh, tangy-sweet tomato juice. A huge shift from my regular sweet-ish breakfast of oatmeal and fruit,
Yes, that’s my belly. Yes, it’s sick of the bullshit. It’s sick of hearing about what it should look like from billboards and magazines and commercials and my own stupid
Six am: you elusive muse. What could you accomplish if you woke up at 6am every day? A bit of time for yourself before heading to work. Extra time to
You know you should ditch your scale, right? If you didn’t know, there are tons of articles on why your body weight is a crappy indicator of your overall health.
I see a lot of pictures like the above on Facebook and Pinterest, and after watching food and farming documentaries, they get me riled up. This spring, I put my
Caffeine buzzed, that is. The fine art of becoming caffeinated is a fickle, delicate undertaking. Too much? Jitters and a yucky stomach arise. Too little? I’ve never actually experienced too
