Yesterday I celebrated my 29th birthday. I still kind of feel like I’m 23.

(23rd birthday)

I still don’t really know what I should do with my life.

But if I’ve learned anything over the years,

it’s that you should take advantage of the opportunities you have.

You should always appreciate family.

And be sure to love your friends.

Just because you may not know what to do with your life, or have the perfect career now,

doesn’t mean it isn’t coming.

Work hard, play lots and love your life.


Oh, and pick up some anti-wrinkle cream – you are already getting a late start.

(29th birthday)

Have any life advice for me? :) 

three years.

I’m about to embark on my fourth year of blogging.

It really doesn’t feel like I’ve been writing/photographing/researching/loving this blog for three years already.

My blog has changed a lot in the last few years.

I’ve changed the look a few times. I kind of wanted to update things again, but I still love the simple, clean look I have.

I’ve changed the focus and type of posts. (Something that will probably happen on a regular basis). :)

My photography has definitely improved. (I hope you think so too)!

(I mean….what?)

I got married and kind of want to change the Taster’s name to husband. Or what it actually is, Richie.

We moved to Los Angeles and I’ve gotten to read and know LA blogs.

And I’m still trying to find my way, my voice and my creativity in this crazy blogging world.

I go through periods of time when I wonder if I should keep going. At times, it feels like no one would even miss it if it was gone.

But then, I get into a groove, and everything becomes easy and joyful. Quitting is no longer an option and I think of the opportunities I’ve had, the people I’ve met and the things I’ve done.

I hope you truly enjoy reading A Nutritionist Eats, because I truly enjoy you! Your comments, your emails, your tweets and your conversation if I have the pleasure of actually seeing you in person!

Thanks for the last three years…


Hola Amigos!

We are back from Isla Mujeres, Mexico after an amazing week with my family.

My brother splits his time between fighting wildfires and traveling the world (why doesn’t my life sound as exciting?!) so spending a week with him and my parents was such a treat as we are rarely all together.

We watched the waves. We ate. We swam. We went to the beach. We had cocktail hour. And we repeated it all a lot.

My trip in numbers: 

4: days I ate ceviche

50: times I stated that I needed to eat ceviche every day of the trip

16 : hours spent at the beach

4: times I was ridiculed for reading a book on making friends by my brother (FYI: I loved MWF Seeking BFF)

2: trips to the market for pescado frito (fried red snapper)

1: night spent dancing until 4 am

6: mornings of coffee on the roof

about 22: ounces of sunscreen I applied throughout the week

questionable: Mexican beers consumed (Modelo, Dos Equis, Pacifico…)

6: days I rocked a two-piece

2: shades my hair lightened throughout the week

2: amazing meals had at Mango Cafe

0: times I took my running shoes out of my suitcase

7: dips in the pool

4: snacks that included guacamole

3: sunsets watched on the roof

1.3: margaritas consumed (not a big fan!)

many: attempts at espanol

28: comments on how blue the water was

the perfect body

Last week I was faced with a Friday date at the Roosevelt Pool. On Wednesday.


I panicked. I’m not ready to be in a swim suit! I need time to prepare! I never got around to that juice cleanse!

You see, I’m not a fan of my belly. It is kind of soft and mushy and really the only part of me that I really don’t like.

You know the thing. The, if I could just have a flat belly/toned arms/tight booty/skinny thighs/perfect hair/etc. my life would finally be complete, feeling.

But if I ever had gorgeous abs and a flat belly (doubtful, I love food too much) would I finally be happy with my body or would there always be just one more thing?

I’m heading to Mexico this month for a family trip and I plan on living in bikini’s the entire time.

With or without the perfect belly.  (But I’m hoping it is more perfect than not).