I was SUPER glum, gloomy and facing a HUGE brick wall this morning. I could have tattooed the word UNINSPIRED on my forehead and gone back to bed. Do you know the feeling? Not only that, but I felt flu-ish on top of it. Blah! I do have a LONG list of tricks that normally pull me out of a rut, but for some reason all I wanted to do was mope. I guess that was the biggest motivator to turn to the […]
They key to losing the weight you want is this one subtle shift.
I did! Yay, me. I finally took a giant step and gave my first public workshop for “Eat Like a French Girl.” Contrary to popular opinion, I’m a closet shy girl. I know—I look fearless on the outside, but inside I am as scared as the little bug-eyed girl sitting in the back of the room who never raises her hand, and freezes up when asked if she has any questions—even though she has a boatload of them. “Me? Questions? […]
In my previous life as an art director, a printer once said something to me that I will never forget. (Nor will I forget this big, burly man with a very large mustache that usually had food in it, his thick Long Island accent or his paper coffee cup . . . not the gourmet kind of coffee, but the kind you bought at the NY Delis that came in the Greek cups.) “Young lady, I’m going to give you […]
I am en route to Jakarta to help create a new chain of juice bars. How fun is that?! The juice and smoothie revolution crossed the pond, swam upstream and landed in SoutheastAsia! I get to be the Nutritional Muse that I am and roll my creative sleeves up and start creating and inspiring. I’d call that a global dream come true. Indonesia is such a special place to me. I spent a lot of time working and living in […]
Vegas is an odd place. I’ve been there a few times and always had a fantastic time—for a few days. To me, Vegas is about as American as we can get. Why go to Paris when you can see the Eiffel Tower, have a huge, complimentary breakfast, walk across the street to pop by Lady Liberty, and then have margaritas at mid-day while you play a few slots. My BFF Suzanne’s Vegas experience is very different from mine. In her new book, To Vegas […]
When I was about eight or nine years old, my favorite night was Saturday. My mother was going “out” and she made me Kraft mac and cheese with carrot sticks for dinner. No one could make it like my mother could, and I got upset when anyone else tried. They just didn’t do it right. It was too milky or too dry. I look back on it now and, of course, know what the secret ingredient was—it was love. Despite […]