I’m the old trying to be new. Sometimes I’m the wrong trying to be right. I’m the work in progress trying to stay that way. I like to think everything balances in the long run..
I love that it all ties together somehow.
I run. I write. I love reading, self-dates, cooking, all kinds of music, and stand-up comedy. I’ll talk to anyone. I’ll talk a lot. Sometimes my filter is broken but that keeps things exciting. I quote Seinfeld and Wayne’s World to the point where it gets awkward. I never speed. I love to dance. I have Earth, Wind, & Fire dance parties on a regular basis. I’m not above crawling on the floor of the thrift shop for the best deals. I go to bed too early.
I have all the joy, anxiety, and irrational fears a single gal can accumulate in just under 34 years.
The last few years of my life have included some huge changes. I’ve learned to fuel myself- To be good to what I have. I’ve learned to keep going. I want to share my new experiences.
I’m thankful for a story to tell.
I’ve changed just about everything in my life over the last couple of years. Part of that change involved something I’ve always loved the most. Food. It was the reason for so many things. The reason for celebration. Sadness.. Guilt.. Relief.. Nourishment.. It was the reason I ultimately needed to change my life in order to save it.
Part of my fear in my weight loss journey was being able to stick with new, better habits. What if I couldn’t do it? What if I never found something interesting enough to hold my attention? What if I failed and ended up right back where I started? I weighed my options. I decided this would be require an enirely new lifestyle. Not just counting calories and working out.. This would require a something that would allow me to be free and feel good.. I could not get bored as I had time and time again. I had to stay excited for this to work.
Enter my good friend Gluten. We had to part ways. After several “going away” parties of course. I chose the gluten free route. It seemed easy enough. I could just look for labels that clarified my preference.. I quickly learned how wrong I was. It was discouraging at first. I wanted to give up. That’s when I discovered that I, Darah, would actually get out my pots and pans.. I would conquer this. I started diving into the recipe books. I started reading about the science of all of this. It started to get interesting. I found that I actually enjoy and can completely satisfy my inner-geek with this- my new adventures in cooking.
It’s gone pretty well I’d say.
I’ve discovered that a butternut squash doesn’t have to just sit there and be a butternut squash. It can be brushed with coconut oil, sprinkled with sea salt, and baked into something wonderful.
I’ve discovered that blenders are awesome..
And I’ve discovered how much I love the endless possibilities of something I have always loved so much. The feeling of finally realizing that this is nourishment is beautiful. Food should not be an assault on the body. It should not be the enemy. I am here to share. This is part of my journey.