I am terrified. Continue reading
I have given myself a gift.
After a weekend with a group of friends up in Whistler, I have allowed myself to stay up another night on my own to think and write.
“It’s hard to write poetry when you’re happy,” I tell my friend.
She agrees. She once wrote songs about her teenage angst and mistakes. I often pursued darkness just so I could write about it.
And now I’m happy and it’s hard to know where to begin with words.
I just returned from California. Continue reading
In September I will be releasing a new ebook, Lean for Life, the last diet book you’ll ever need. I thought I would give you a little sample of the intro, my personal story, and why I decided to write it.
My journey to lean has been a long one.
I was a happily chubby kid. Growing up with two older brothers I understood that ice cream should be served in large bowls with plentiful scoops, and cookies should be eaten by the dozen.
During my teenage years my body weight evened out, but like many young women I looked at myself with a fine microscope and chose to find flaws. When I moved to Ireland at sixteen I felt like I had very little control over my life and turned to food. I developed an eating disorder and dropped thirty pounds below my healthy weight. Continue reading
My mom sent me this great article recently.
I teared up on #17. She has helped me get through a lot.
I am so grateful for my mom and all of the lessons she’s taught me in life. It got me thinking that I hope I’ve taught her a thing or two in return.
Here are 20 things I hope to teach, or have already taught, my mother:
We sit outside, under the glow of a heat lamp, a bottle of Prosecco and an heirloom tomato salad between us.
I’m struggling to look up. Unexpected tears are building in my eyes and I don’t want him to see. We’re talking about marriage casually, and feelings I didn’t know I still held on to are coming to the surface.
I try to explain without completely losing my composure that yes, even after walking away from one, marriage is important to me. I believe in celebrating finding someone you want to spend your life with.
Las Vegas is another world.
It’s like Disneyland for adults. Everything you’re told to be careful with is there in abundance – sex, alcohol, gambling, and 24 hours of stimulation.
I just returned from a work trip to sin city. Surprisingly, I feel more relaxed that when I left. Turns work trip with a large group of beautiful women was exactly what I needed. Continue reading