A Different Type of Adventure

I’ve decided to have write my very first non-fiction book. Since I usually frolic in the land of make-believe, this will be a whole new world. The book was inspired by my hubby, who is a bit of a nutritional wacko. Sure, he’s buff and sexy and fit, but he doesn’t eat cheesecake.

How weird is that?

The idea occurred to me a few years ago when he was in the peak of his diet neurosis, but I didn’t commit to the book until recently, since I’m trying to be healthier myself. Making smart, habitually good food decisions is a constant struggle for me. For him, it’s like a religion.

I’m convinced that it’s karmic revenge for what I put my mother through. For several years, I was the only vegetarian in my household, which strained my mother’s sanity and my health. She smiles knowingly whenever I whine about all the things my spouse won’t eat.

Anyone who’s trying to make changes will know that people around you—your friends, family, and lovers—can make a huge impact on your health simply with the choices they make. Or by their inability to support the choices you’re trying to make.

So, in the spirit of bringing people with dietary diversity together, I hope to write a book that can bridge the gap between appetites and intentions. (Dietary diversity: I kind of like that phrase. It’s so eye-rolling and benal).

The book will be called “My Diet Hell: How to Live with a Fitness Nerd” and I hope it will prove fruitful.