Confession

I am a classically trained professional pastry chef, a food blogger, and a cookbook author. I also have some of the worst eating habits of anyone you know. I’m addicted to junk food. I skip breakfast most of the time. I even have bouts of smoking for months at a time.

Sometimes I go a week without cooking an actual meal for myself. (This is more apparent when I work in restaurants.) When I cook all day at work, I crave snacks and cereal when I get home. I can’t live without Annie’s boxed mac and cheese.

You may be shocked. There are so many lovely food blogs with healthy yoga girls and former editorialists showing you how to live a better life. I want to have something to share with you, even if it gets a little gritty from time to time. I put a lot into finding interesting experiences to write about, even weaving in a metaphor or two with the food adventure. But if I ever let you in to see the real me, you need to know that I am often just a single gal who drinks milk right out of the container and struggles to find enough plates when the neighbors come over.

I’m a simple girl. With lots of vices.

But you know what? I want to change. I want to be healthier. I want to kick the smoking for good, even when I’m feeling Anthony Bourdainish. I’d like to exercise and not feel like running is on par with torture.

The truth is, we each have lots of things to work on. Mine just involves a major change in lifestyle. Don’t get excited, I’m going to do this in baby steps.

And the good food stays, including all the things with butter and bacon. I’m just going to scale down on the bachelorette-cavewoman tendencies.

Just thought I’d clarify.