Updated: Apr 29
Those of you who that knows me know that I try to do well by my body, my kids, and the environment as much as possible—but I make allowances for real life, too. Any concept of “perfection” is unrealistic and boring. Pizza, a brownie, a perfect martini, a glass of red…these aren’t “cheats” or “indulgences”—these are just moments that can make some weeks more pleasurable, a night out with friends more fun.
Here is the thing: I like to have the information I need to make my own choices. Sometimes those decisions revolve around fuelling my body with super-clean meals; sometimes those decisions revolve around a grilled cheese and fries. But, really it’s about choice. It’s about controlling my own destiny.