I love food, but there is so much noise out there around how and what to eat that that it can completely take the joy away from eating (and the advice is constantly shifting— “More protein, no wait, that’s too much protein!”). It takes a concerted effort to have a sane and healthy relationship with food, and the line between “healthy eating” into “restrictive eating” is dangerously thin.

Throughout my twenties, I oscillated between being the girl who would eat anything, in protest of the pervasive diet culture in Los Angeles, while trying all things wellness culture, which was basically the same thing, but with cuter branding. In both iterations, I was completely cut-off from my body’s cues and often felt ill after meals. In my thirties, I’ve found a balance that celebrates my love of food in a way that also honors my body, and isn’t aiming to prove anything to anyone. My fridge and pantry are a direct reflection of that. Read on for:

What I generally eat in a day, and my food philosophy
A completely unedited look inside my fridge and freezer
My favorite protein powder and cookbook, and the comforting ingredients I always keep on hand
The world’s most delicious coconut yogurt (it’s $22 and worth it… unfortunately, I’m not kidding), and the condiment I add to every meal

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