A brief history of my eating habits:

I was a typical child of the seventies. As a baby I was bottle-fed.

As a kid I cut the roof of my mouth open on multiple bowls of Cap’n Crunch and Doritos. There were also Pop-Tarts, SpaghettiOs, Whatchamacallits and Swanson’s TV Dinners. I hated when the corn trespassed into my chocolate cake.

In high school the main staples of my diet were Reese’s peanut butter cups and bong hits.

In college it was Buffalo wings, cheese fries and entire pints of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream chased by pitchers of beer. Or Midori sours.

In my twenties and thirties I was a lacto-ovo vegetarian. Tofu, pasta, tempeh, pasta, beans, rice and PASTA.

My entire life was pock-marked with crushingly low self-esteem, suicidal despair, rage, resentment, social anxiety and a yearning for normalcy and happiness that saw me scribbling endless pages into my tear-soaked journals. I was sure I was ALL WRONG, defective, hopelessly broken.

I immersed myself in therapy and yoga. I spent hours in Barnes & Noble stooped to my knees in the self-help section searching for happiness on the coffee-stained carpeted floor. I would gain insights, make changes, and feel high, only to crash again. And again.

By the time I was forty I was diagnosed with degenerative spine disease and osteoarthritis. Every month I suffered debilitating PMS, where I’d huddle on the floor of my bedroom under a quilt and cry my eyes out.

In 2010 after an eight-day stint as a vegan I discovered Weston A. Price and traditional foods, which blew my nutritionally depleted mind and led me down the rabbit hole of nutritional healing. I’m currently eating a grain-free, sugar-free Primal style diet which so far has seen my back pain dramatically diminish and has healed the anxiety and depression I suffered my entire life.

I feel as if I’ve been born-again on a molecular level and in that zealous tradition, can’t seem to stop myself from sharing my experiences and what I’ve learned.

Thanks for journeying along. It means the world to me.