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.
#9. I’m midwestern AF. I grew up in St. Louis, went to highschool and college in Minnesota and moved to Chicago 4 years ago. My favorite pastime is eating. Ranch dressing is my ketchup. I apologize for everything. I wait in line just like I’m supposed to and am polite to strangers. I have a real weakness for cookies and bars, hotdish, and pretty much anything on a stick, but even so, don’t have the capacity to commit the midwestern cardinal sin – I will never take the last serving.
After the success of my first keto-related post (read about it here), I’ve returned for an encore. This one? Much more serious. Adhering to a strict way of eating, regardless of what type, can be frustrating. I’ve had plenty of moments where I’ve considered giving up, buying myself a cake and eating the entire thing in
Here you have it – a low carb, frou-fruit adult beverage that doesn’t call for any mint because of the travesty that is my mint-lacking balcony garden. On a semi-related note, I love calling beverages adult because, according to science, that’s what I should be identifying as.
The Gum Wall. Okay, super cool place to take a selfie but I hate to burst your bubble, it was gross. The ground, which was originally brick, was a black, soft gum-scented tar. I would not recommend going here if you suffer from vertigo – it’s the last place you’ll want to lose your balance.
It’s finally 2017. Wowie kazowie, 2016 was a hell of a year. I made ONE single post in this old thang, which is pretty disappointing, but so was a lot of this year. World events, politics, and the soap box that is social media continue to be real downers. Boy, am I grateful for the “Unfollow” button
I am cilantro lover and I don’t care who knows it. To all you freaks out there that say it tastes like soap: shut up. If you are one of those freaks, there’s a very good chance you’re genetically predisposed to dislike it, and you’re not just a picky eater. If this information comes as
8 days ago, I was confident that I’d come to this blog with a new found life skill and infinite wisdom to share with anyone I either forced to read this, or who was bored enough to open this link and read it (sucker). I accrued this new level of confidence when I walked into a
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,”