For a long time, I viewed pie as the ultimate “off-limits” food, something reserved only for holidays or a “cheat” meal. Previously, I associated that golden, flaky crust
There was a time when a snow day meant a complete abandonment of my healthy habits in favor of processed snacks and heavy, cream-based canned soups. Previously, I
I spent years thinking that being “healthy” meant being perpetually hungry. In the past, I would eat these tiny, “perfect” meals—a small scoop of quinoa, a piece of
I used to have a “vegetable graveyard” at the bottom of my crisper drawer. In the past, I would buy a beautiful head of kale or a carton
I used to start every workday in a state of “nutritional chaos.” In the past, I would hit the snooze button one too many times, rush out the
I used to be a chronic “snacker.” In the past, I would eat a meal and find myself hunting through the pantry for a treat only forty-five minutes
I have always had a massive sweet tooth, especially when the weather starts to warm up. In the past, my evening ritual involved a pint of traditional, store-bought
I used to believe that eating in a calorie deficit meant living on tiny portions of plain steamed fish and dry crackers. In the past, I would spend
I used to find cooking fish at home incredibly intimidating. In the past, I was so afraid of overcooking it or making the kitchen smell like a pier
I used to be the person who hit a massive wall every afternoon at 3:00 PM. In the past, I would reach for a granola bar or a
