Good Eats

This weekend was the Boston Marathon. I spent the days leading up carb loading even though I wasn’t running. 

I ate popcorn and drank wine in my bed Friday night. It was wonderful.

I had a few (or three) glasses of wine Saturday night with Maggie while getting to know each other and having an adult sleepover. 



I ate lunch at my favorite casual restaurant in Boston with the twin, Tatte. I tried the Halloumi salad which was great, but I’ve found nothing that compares to the avocado sweet potato tartine.


Sunday night Maia and I carb loaded with pad Thai, fried rice and sushi before capping the night off with some popcorn. The runner stuck to chicken, rice, and sweet potato.


Sunday morning I fueled up with a bagel breakfast sandwich. Not the best I’ve ever had (missing the Bagel Place) but tasty! The bagel was everything with herbs in the dough! It’s unfortunate that I forgot to brush my teeth before leaving the house...good thing I didn’t make out with anyone!


I refueled after the race with an appetizer of fries and....a burger and more fries!! The burger was on a BISCUIT. And it had caramelizad bacon! For a girl that doesn’t normally eat bacon this was hella good. Washed down with some double IPAs.


Sure I had moments of guilt wondering why I was eating so much when I wasn’t running. But I was hungry! And there’s no right time to feel hungry or right amount of exercise to deserve a certain meal. 


Deprivation can influence your eating choices. All week I felt deprived, ravenous almost. I had been following a loose meal plan and it wasn’t leaving me feeling satiated. I need carbohydrates at every meal. I need fat. I need a well balanced plate. That deprivation led to a rather large bowl of popcorn Friday night. On Monday I went without lunch because I was at the marathon. By the time dinner rolled around I basically inhaled the burger and fries. My body needed food, any food. It happens to us all.

People can influence your eating choices. Maia wanted Asian food so we went for pad Thai and fried rice Sunday night. I live in Boston so I can have ethnic food any day of the week while she cannot. Monday Julie wanted a burger and of course I went along. It happens to us all.

Lastly, alcohol can influence your eating choices. After two glasses of wine Friday night I was hungry. Red wine always makes me hungry. So I made the biggest bow of popcorn. Monday I chose a burger after drinking a beer despite going into the restaurant with other plans. It happens to us all

My lessons from this weekend:

Following a diet or meal plan can lead to overeating.

Going too long without eating can lead to overeating.

Being with friends and family can lead to overeating. 

So ditch the diets and always pack snacks. And enjoy your time with friends and family without worrying about food!

My Hero

I’m a twin. She was born 3 minutes before me and likes to say it was the best 3 minutes of her life. Those were the worst 3 minutes of my life. 

I’ve always looked up to Julie. And compared myself to Julie. It comes with the territory of being a twin. We were in the same AP classes in school, played the same instrument (clarinet), and participated in the same sports (soccer and running). It wasn’t until college that we found our own niches. Fast forward to when we live in different states and Julie is still running and kicking butt, while I’m figuring out life and where I fit. Nowadays I can concentrate my efforts on cheering Julie on rather than competing against her. 


This weekend was all about her. Cooking the food she needed/wanted. Taking pictures of her everywhere and anywhere. And most importantly, being her support when she needed it most.  

When I ran my marathon, Julie was there the whole way. It’s the only way I could have crossed that finish line. I walked half a step before she yelled at me and made me cry. She gave me maple syrup when I couldn’t chew my fruit snacks from pure fatigue. She ran ahead of me as a pacer and a target when I wanted to give up.  


Unfortunately I couldn’t be there for her in that way this time and it killed me. When she texted me around mile 7 I knew something was wrong and just wished I could be with her. I tried calling to give her a pep talk, but she had put her phone away. I hoped she could hear me cheering for her under my breath, whispering words of encouragement: Even though I knew she wasn’t close to me yet, I found her face in the crowd of runners over and over again.  

Finally, I yelled her name and she crossed over to us looking relieved. The moment I’d been waiting for, the best hug of my life. Only it broke my heart because it meant she really needed support both physically and mentally. One look at her and I had a feeling what was going on inside her head. If only I could convince her what was going through my head. 




My sister qualified for the Boston marathon THREE times when most people won’t ever qualify.  


My sister won’t let anything stop her from chasing her dreams. 


My sister inspires so many people. From friends and family who know her personally to the running community which she is a part of on Instagram.  


My sister doesn’t give up. Even when she feels defeated she finishes what she starts.  


My sister is beautiful and strong.  


My sister is my hero. 


You’re amazing every day of the year, not just Marathon Monday.

Dating is a Marathon

Dating is like running a marathon. 

1. The beginning is so exciting.  

The morning before my marathon I was beyond excited. For one, my sister was with me, I had just graduated, and it was supposed to be a beautiful day in my favorite city. I was giddy. It’s just like dating. You look forward to every date, every text. Everything is brighter and happier.  



2. You eat a lot of carbohydrates.  

Carb loading is a legit strategy for running a marathon. I think I ate half a loaf of Shaw’s garlic bread before mine. That stuff is golden! And then there’s dating. The meals out, the alcohol. It’s all fun and games until your pants don’t fit. And it’s not because your thighs have grown from all that training.  


3. You meet a lot of different people long the way.   

Part of running a marathon is talking about your marathon And through that you meet other marathon runners and people who run. Do we need to talk about dating? Some days you meet people that feel so right and the next day they aren’t right. Or they’re just not right at all from the beginning.  



4. It may end how you want, but usually you have to keep trying to get to your goal. 

At the end of my race I was in disbelief (and pain). I met my goal on the first try. When it comes to dating, I’ve yet to meet my expectations and just feel like I keep striking out. Just like a race, when I think it’s going good something surprises me long the way either good or bad. It hurts like a marathon but you keep trying because that end goal is just so sweet.  



5. At the end you never want to do it again but you always do... 

I think I’m one of the only people who said she wouldn’t run another marathon and means it. It hurt my body in ways I didn’t know it could hurt. Dating does the same, though, when it ends in heart break. Even after a month which can feel frustrating and silly, but no matter how long  But just give it time and you’ll be signing up for another race or another dating app. That’s life. 



I ran my perfect marathon and so I don’t feel the need to run another one. I haven’t met that perfect guy to end all dating, though. I’ve met some great people along the way, some of which I thought I could truly fall for, but ultimately it wasn’t right. So for now, the dream is still out there and I keep training, or dating in this case.


Lately I’ve been thinking about what traits I value in people. I’ve always been attracted to smart people; people who know things and find certain topics truly fascinating. I once dated a guy who chose his career based on what would keep him in school the longest. I’m also attracted to people who know what they want and go after it. Maybe that means they do things alone or just don’t care what people think. It’s a feat in and of itself to know what you truly want in life apart from your career. 

It got me thinking about myself. I consider myself smart and enjoy learning. But do I truly know what my passions are? And do I pursue those passions? My sister works in HR and has a passion for running so she started a side business and basically runs (and crushes) marathon after marathon.  I also dated a guy who values the outdoors and takes solo backpacking trips capturing gorgeous landscapes along the way. He also loved to read. I know other people who volunteer frequently. Others who are into arts and crafts. Or movies. You name it.

So what is my passion? I’ve been struggling with this for a while thinking that it had to be something that wasn’t work related. Something non-nutrition focused. And that’s when I realized it; nutrition is my passion.  


Yes my job is nutrition focused. My day to day involves visiting my patients, educating on therapeutic diets (like carbohydrate control to help manage diabetes), educating on how to eat to promote wound healing, analyzing labs, adjusting tube feedings, collaborating with the medical team, etc. It’s all in a day’s work. And yet when I get home I still want to do nutrition-related things! I want to meal plan to set myself up for a healthy week. I want to cook for friends and family (I love hosting). I want to blog about health and nutrition. I want to bake. It may seem like I’m just cooking or just doing things that everyone has to do to live (we all need food after all), but I also enjoy it. 


So maybe I’ve been looking for something that I already found. And maybe I’m actually extremely lucky that my passion is also a part of my job.



Sass and Confidence

I love visiting my Julie, Greg, and the puppies. But it can also bring up uncomfortable feelings. Insecurity. Loneliness. Confusion. It’s not because of anyone or anything, it just happens. I see the two of them happy, living in the home that they bought, with their dogs. And it’s quiet. So very quiet. The joys of living in the woods.

I then wonder if I should own a house or buy a dog. I wonder why I can’t seem to find that special someone. What am I doing wrong? Why does it seem so much easier for other people and not me? Olivia, my BFF in vet school, assured me that I am not alone and that many people our age feel the same way. 

Maybe it’s because I put extra time and energy into my schooling and my career before beginning my adult life. After all I’m only two years out of grad school. But since I’m 27 it feels like I should have accomplished so much more. Where did these expectations come from? Who says I need to own a house by a certain age or settle down. And how do those things compare to my personal accomplishments like graduating at the top of my class, going to graduate school, getting a full time job right out of school which I love. 

Liv said she is focusing on reclaiming her sass and confidence rather than feeling like she isn’t living up to the “expectations” that life throws at us.  She’s in freaking vet school in Scotland by the way. Can’t get much more accomplished than that and yet here we are. 

I’m not proud of my insecurities this weekend and the negative feelings that I felt toward myself. But I’m only human. I enjoy social interaction and feeling appreciated and wanted. I changed my values in the past to keep people in my life and it was never worth it. So for now, I’m following Liv’s example and reclaiming my confidence and sass. Although her sass has always been on a whole new level compared to mine.  

While this weekend involved some regretful texts and retrospection it also included a lot of delicious food and puppy snuggles.