What’s Gratitouille?

Here’s the true story.

I first started this blog one Saturday night after my little sister had thrown yet another bonfire party rager in our backyard, yet again without my mother’s permission. Earlier in the month, I had come home early from my study abroad program in the country of Jordan in the Middle East. The reasons I chose to leave the program were personal and compelling, but had left me with a strange combination of guilt and gratitude for being home. So when I saw my sister acting like a typical American teenager: disrespecting my mom, acting irresponsibly, being just plain tactless and inconsiderate, I decided to stop simply musing about my own thankfulness for life in my head and channel into a medium I had been adoring for years: the blog world.

There are many days (ok, most days) when I just sit and think about how grateful I am to be alive. I haven’t had a near death experience (I haven’t even broken a bone yet!), I haven’t suffered a major tragedy, and I haven’t had any spiritual revelations of a great magnitude. But at the same time, I feel like I’ve grown so much in the past few years that I could die happy tomorrow.

Why is that?

Is it because I’m the naive age of 21 years old?

Because I’m a religion major?

Because I live in America, home of the brave?

Because I have no pressing need for a committed relationship, kids, or a pet at this stage in my life?

Because I play the masochistically rewarding sport of rugby?

Because I happen to…love spinach?

It’s probably a twisted combination of all of the above and more. All I know is that every day, I’m grateful for it.

Oh, and I also like food. Particularly of the vegetarian persuasion.

Gratefulness + Ratitouille = Gratitouille?

Well heck, let’s just go with that πŸ™‚

Honestly, when I was studying in Jordan, I felt as if my health had been completely stripped away from me. I wasn’t digesting anything well, I missed being a full-time athlete, and I was generally unhappy with my experience. If no one could tell, it’s because my head seems to have been playing the theme of “Cock-Eyed Optimist” all my life. I’m working on that whole expressing-your-discontent-not-just-your-happiness thing now. Halfway through the semester, I decided to leave my study abroad program and go home. It wasn’t an easy decision to make, and definitely could have been avoided, but I made the right choice for me. I had a lot of things in my head, in my heart, and back home that needed figuring out.

The good thing about that misstep? I realized that what I was missing- my take on nutrition, exercise, and well-being- was what mattered the most to me. While I may like to dabble in Arabic or international relations now and then, what I want more than anything is to live a healthy lifestyle and help others do the same.

religion major/education minor

—-> nutritionist?

This is what I know for sure:

I like food, I like fitness, and I have faith.

Follow me as I figure all of that out! πŸ™‚




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