The anatomy of a food writer is always put up against a grumbling stomach. The occupational hazard has to do with constantly testing recipes, cooking many dishes and visiting restaurants (for research!), plates upon plates that need to be described, photographed and ultimately eaten. All this concurs to an ever-expanding waistline.
Personally, the weight was always an issue. Even before I worked in the food world. Even before pregnancy. I was overweight before I stopped smoking, imagine after.
Personally, the weight was always an issue. Even before I worked in the food world. Even before pregnancy. I was overweight before I stopped smoking, imagine after.
I blame the quantity of gelato I downed to overcome broken hearts.
I blame having been educated to clean my plate.
I blame my slow metabolism.
I now can blame pre-menopause.
What I never did was take responsibility and blame myself. My sublime ability to procrastinate was never the problem, it was something else.
Continue Reading → Food writer on a diet as appeared on The American Magazine in Italia.
What I never did was take responsibility and blame myself. My sublime ability to procrastinate was never the problem, it was something else.










