I’ve been literally on pins and needles (with a very rumbly, anxious belly) about this announcement. It’s been a year in the making, and became official in mid-October when a new imprint at Random House (Pam Krauss Books) decided to gamble on me.
I’m writing a BOOK (!!!)—a real, exciting and terrifying book, with 60,000 words, no pretty pictures, and just a handful of recipes.
The working title is The Wellness Project, and it’s a my-life-as-a-guinea-pig memoir on how to do right by your body without giving up your life, full of my own experiments and idiosyncratic “life recipes” for finding the middle ground between health and hedonism.
The Wellness Project will take shape here as a yearlong blog series, with each month focusing on a different one of my challenge areas. I’ll be filling you in on my experiments, sharing tips from my research, and giving you a first look at the experience of what it takes to challenge your body (and popular health trends) in order to find that elusive “balance.”
But before I get into what to expect here, let me back up and tell you how the idea for this book and my health makeover (a New Year’s resolution on steroids) came to be.
For a lot of us the first sign that our body is not in fact invincible comes in our twenties. And it did for me in the form of an autoimmune disease.
The year after I graduated college, I was diagnosed with Hashimotos Thyroiditis. My doctor casually explained that it was an autoimmune thyroid disorder and was fairly common in women my age. She told me not to worry – it was completely treatable with Synthroid, the widely prescribed hormone replacement drug. But I’d probably need to be on some form of medication for the rest of my life.
Having grown up with a mother who was an early adopter of the organic movement—in a home where medications were synonymous with “remedies” and came in the form of small white balls that dissolved under your tongue—this last piece of news did not sit well with me. So I did what any super mature 22 year old would do in my situation: I pretended like the conversation never happened and went on living my life.
But then my stomach—that best friend and most trusted colleague—turned on me.