My story started thirty years ago, when I was born in California. After growing up in the Midwest (Salt Lake City to be exact), I headed to The Big Apple to live out my dreams.
After spending a few years as a nanny, I knew the city had my heart. But then a handsome man walked out of a bar, and I knew my life was about to be changed.
After eight moves, one that took us across the pond to London, a French Bulldog and the sweetest baby boy, we are back in NYC to stay. At least for now! Life keeps throwing curve balls that we don’t expect, but it just manages to keep getting more fun.
I have struggled with my weight for as long as I could remember. I think I was asking to go on a diet in the first grade! I spent so many years waiting for my own life to start. To lose five pounds before I bought a pair of jeans. To get to my pre-pregnancy weight before trying for a second. Telling myself that I needed to EARN things like love and acceptance.
I’ve finally made it to a place where I know that I deserve that self-love regardless of the scale. That I can work out to feel good, not to punish myself or prove my body worthy. This is my body. And just like the rest of my life, it is amazing. Just how it is in this moment.
If you need a recommendation on lipstick or the perfect bra, recipe for the best chocolate cake, potty training, or a badass DIY that will give West Elm a run for their money, you are in the right spot! When I am not off chasing our next adventure, you can find me wandering the aisles of Sephora or giggling with my oldest at the park.
Make sure you stay awhile. Grab yourself a drink. And thanks so much for reading. We are all one big, happy family here!
