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Let’s talk a little bit about grief and what makes us sad.
Usually, I’m a smartass. My Nana used to call me a “smarty-pants,” and I’ve been labeled a wiseacre more times than I can count. Sarcasm is kind of my love language. But tonight? Yeah, no. None of that’s landing. Tonight I feel grief. Sadness. Shame. Frustration. Impatience. I want instant gratification and answers and maybe…
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No Chicken, No Olives, No Peace: My Quirky, Reluctant Journey into the Mediterranean-ish Way of Eating
Lately, I’ve been deep in the weird little rabbit hole of weight-loss influencers—people sipping tiny kale smoothies, filming themselves from flattering overhead angles, and declaring victory thanks to GLP-1s, intermittent fasting, and calorie deficits. You’d think they’d cracked some kind of metabolic Da Vinci Code. But here’s what I’m actually noticing: they’re not changing what…
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I guess it doesn’t need to be this hard…
Ugh. When things seem easy, they’re usually not. And if there’s one thing I’m particularly gifted at, it’s making simple things infinitely harder than they need to be. This was no exception. I have always had a portion control problem. My eyes? Huge. My stomach? Unimpressed. My mother? A relentless enforcer of the “waste not,…