Hey, you – thanks for stopping by my teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy corner of the internet. So happy you’re here.
I’m Maggie! A twenty-something urbanite (shout out to NYC!) and dietitian in the making who cooks, eats and develops recipes for people like you and me. You know who I mean – those of us who love eating, eating out, watching food-tv but, oops! – are maybe not so great at making it all happen for REAL. Like in our own kitchens – maybe in our very own sublets or with our very own roommates.
So welcome to my world where food is always an in-development art form. Where you use what you have with the time you’ve got and the mood you happen to be in. And sometimes it sucks. But more often than not, it’s great. Knowing about food, creating with food and playing with food and making it one part of a fun, healthy life – well, BINGO! Let’s do it together. (WARNING: I like to swear, am pretty sarcastic and am not-exactly-borderline appropriate. But isn’t that like most artists, groundbreakers, tellers of truth, tinkerers and experimenters?)
Whoa – not so fast! Before getting all kumbaya around here let’s get real. There’s a lot of noise in the food space that’s needs to be stripped away. A lot of opinionated bullshit. about so-called health, body image and well-being. My personal Maggie-ism is that the most essential (and hardest) part of achieving optimal health is relishing life’s little pleasures, slowing down and balancing it all. But, don’t you just hate the fucking word balance – it makes you feel like a seal in the circus with a stupid beach ball on your nose. And if you drop it, you fail. Just thinking about that scenario is stressing me out.
Healthy-ish is my mantra. The power is in the ISH. In letting yourself. Live. Eat. Be.
There is no single prescription for health, well-being or optimal nutrition; it’s a different mix of kale, HIIT workouts, therapy, meditations, cry sessions with galpals, cookies and Happy Hour for each and every one of us.
I am an anxious city kid turned meditator and a couch potato turned exercise appreciator. These transitions were huge changes and personal successes for me. But I, too, am figuring myself out–sometimes it’s ugly and sometimes I feel like a super millennial glistening after a trendy workout.
I’m profane, I love a little too hard, I watch reality TV, I say “I’m fine” about 48 times a day–even when I’m drowning, I obsess over politics, I’m usually running late, I’m full of snarky one liners. I see the world through rose- colored glasses – except when it comes to myself.
Who knew that my next adventure would be on the internet instead of winging around the world in a Boeing 767? But it is and I’m so excited.
Let’s see where this goes, friends.