As most of you probably know, I do lots of nutrition consulting. This means that many people openly talk to me about their health struggles and goals and dreams and poop problems. I love it.
Why do I love it? Well, because it wasn’t too many years ago that I was miserably unhealthy and confused about what to eat, was wondering why my thyroid wasn’t working, and above all else trying to figure out the age-old question of “Why could I live off of pizza and beer in college and be thin, but now I eat pounds of lettuce a day and never lose an ounce?”
All of that to say that I get it. I do. And I have been fortunate in my journey thus far (It’s not over by any means) because I found a nutritional path that made sense to me, and I got so excited about it that I pursued a career teaching others what I have learned. My family has also been along for the ride, and even though it would be easier at times, I do not have robots for children. They have their own likes and dislikes and don't blindly eat and enjoy every creation I put in front of them, but they are turning into pretty adventurous eaters and I am pretty dang proud of them for that.