Where do I begin? Well, let’s start with: I am a full-fledged foodie, a mad kitchen scientist, a card-carrying chocoholic, and a self-taught cook. But that’s not what brought me to this point in my life.
Here’s the skinny on my before and after story:
That’s me in 1997, hanging on to the lip of 40. From a distance, I may have looked healthy, but it’s what you didn’t see that was most telling. Physically, inflammation raged through my body. Emotionally, depression had turned me into a walking zombie with a hall pass. Coffee and diet pills got me up in the morning. Then there was the nightcrawling, stress monster of insomnia that had to be put to bed with alcohol and sleeping pills.
Needless to say, I was a mess and in denial of my condition.
My aha moment came ten years later when my brother died of a heart attack. Then I was diagnosed with advanced periodontal disease and had to undergo extensive implant surgery, and was dentally challenged for six months. That’s when I decided to put my knowledge of nutritional science to work, along with my blender, juicer, and food processor to whip up gallons of smoothies, assorted tonics, and soup purees.
Fast-forward another ten years. Now, I am healthy and happily poised on the edge of sixty, and to celebrate, I had this photo taken. And no, it wasn’t airbrushed or Photoshopped. That’s me in the raw, testament that it’s never too late to “get your glow-on,” because health and wellness are ageless, and time is relative.
Eat, live, and inspire. Namaste.