Since I began a ketogenic diet in January, a number of people have messaged me asking what they need to do to get started. I had a small list and one piece of wisdom I could offer with confidence: “Eat fat.” Since that’s not exactly the most helpful, I put together something more substantial for the next person that asks me how to keto.
In my awkward prepubescent days, I went through a phase my friends have affectionately coined: The Milk Stage. You know how people say, ‘You are what you eat?’ I was a gallon of milk. I had just discovered the wonders of eating for comfort and I was very good at it. So much so, that my dad had
A wise person once told me that the more colorful the food is that fills your plate and your mouth, the more likely it is that you’re making healthy food choices. That’s why I always eat my ice cream sundaes with sprinkles and my cake with funfetti frosting. There is actually a diet called, “The Color Diet,”
I sat across the table from my best friend, about to devour inarguably the best deep dish pizza in Chicago (Pequods, FIGHT ME IF YOU DISAGREE) when she looked up at me and asked me if my food blog was dead. I winced a little, thinking back to the glory days, when I cooked then publicly documented my
It’s true, I don’t think I have the capacity to worry about a man as much as I worry about when breakfast, lunch and dinner will be consumed. Most call it fat, I call it primal. I’m pretty inconsistent. With everything. A procrastinator to (nearly) a fault; a fine example of everything you shouldn’t do