The ayruvedic diet seemed doable on paper, but things quickly went south. Eating the same thing everyday (bitter foods as defined by my dosha) for a week is simply impossible for someone who loves dining as I do. I jumped ship in Atlanta. Mussles, fries, and Champagne at A Pied a Cochon. My French meal filled me with a decidely French perspective on the whole idea of a diet– not even zee smidgen of guilt. Oui, Oui.
Hoping I hear more than my echo back on that one. It’s been awhile and I’ve been posting to a new site, Tales from the Road. I’m working as a travel writer through the end of the year at Southern Living. From there, I’m hoping to land something full time and dedicate a bit more time to this site. Until then, I’ll keep you updated on my goings on.
Cheers!
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