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Why you shouldn’t feel guilty about eating out.

For years I struggled with what diet was right for me, as well as my clients. Should they cut out dairy and grains? Go vegetarian? Eat whatever they want just as long as it fits in their macros? Calorie restrict, or carb cycle? It's easy to get overwhelmed by all the fads that pop up every couple of months, truly and painfully overwhelmed. After six years of being a personal trainer and health coach I have finally come to the definitive…

Brooklyn Flea: Why I Love Antiques

My whole life I was always more interested in what happened in the past, or what could possibly happen in the far future. I love the early 1900s as well as the Victorian Era. I also love cars from the 30s to the 50s, as well as the lifestyle, values, and "advancements". Space and the future of the human race fascinate me to no end, and nothing disappoints me more than the fact that I will never see things like…

Finding Paradise in Costa Rica Part 2: Adventures

Spending a week in paradise changes you. Your memory becomes a little more keen and you realize you want to remember these moments forever. You learn to appreciate nature and clean air, and silence. And if you are in paradise with someone you love, you grow closer because nothing is more pure in that paradise than love for all things beautiful.  PART TWO: ADVENTURES In Part One I wrote about just the resort itself, The Westin. Now is when I talk…

Restaurant Review: Lure Fishbar

FIRST IMPRESSION: So this is what it will feel like to be on my million dollar yacht when I hit the big time! This underground restaurant and bar had structural accents of a yacht in all the right places; port holes letting pedestrians have a glimpse inside, white and silver edges like the hull of a ship, brass knobs and gleaming oak. It was beautiful to look at. And full of beautiful people. It was buzzing with chatter and loud, almost club-like…

Balthazar

First Impression: Pirate ship. Maritime. French riviera. Wine country. These are what I thought of when I walked into Balthazar which, on this night, was packed. I mean, loaded with people. 45 minute wait. Standing shoulder to shoulder at the bar getting cozy with the other people waiting for seats. But you know what? We didn't care. It would be worth it. As we waited, I looked around. Warm, flattering lighting and enormous tarnished silver mirrors hung on every gigantic…

I am addicted to sugar.

I am typing on a keyboard sticky with icing from a cupcake, a cupcake that I told myself I shouldn't have. I ate it anyway, like I was possessed. I saw my hand reaching for it. I saw it grab it, unwrap it, break it in half. I felt my mouth chewing it and watering from the sugary sweetness. And the whole time, my brain is screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Afterwards I feel disgraceful and I hate myself and my existence. But…