Eat Until You’re 80% Full (Plus Belmont Jewel Recipe)


For the life of me, I can’t figure out how I want to spend my summer, which is really impacting my ability to determine career goals.

On the side, however, I’ve come up with the bright idea to get healthy. (As if this is unique and no one has done it before me.) I’m trying to exercise three times a week, plus I got a fitbit. It’s not that I really need to lose weight. My main concern is weight gain. But I’d also love to regain muscle tone. Though I don’t have an eating disorder, I obsess about nearly every bite of food I put in my body. I even think about food when I’m not eating.

I read about this Japanese rule that said something along the lines of, ‘eat until you’re 80% full.’ This idea really intrigues me. (Coincidentally, I’m at the average daily step count as the Japanese. It’s somewhere around 7,000. Thanks fitbit!)

But I won’t starve myself or do anything extreme. I just have to stop the emotional eating/eating when I’m bored, and rewrite my schema of food in relation to body image.

I’m about to go to barre class, and I’m actually excited about it. I would love to get back to my dancer body. (But is it healthy for a 21-year-old to have the body of a 15-year-old? Is this realistic?)

AND I’ve quit drinking during the week. This should help prevent weight gain. Also, I sleep more heavily when I drink, and it’s harder to wake up in the morning. Two birds, one stone.

But tomorrow’s Friday, and I’m going to make myself a Belmont Jewel. The Belmont Stakes was last week, and there is a signature drink for the race, which I made for some family and friends. It’s really, really good. If you’re interested, here’s the recipe:

  • 1.5 oz Bourbon
  • 2 oz Lemonade
  • 1 oz Pomegranate Juice
  • Garnish with whatever you want


When I Wanted to be a Doctor



At eleven years old I was stuck up, naive – a completely self-centered adolescent. The world revolved around me. I was a genius and the only person who could save mankind.

I was in the sixth grade at this time, and I was having a grand time. I had three good girlfriends, and we had an absolutely unbreakable bond. I haven’t spoken with any of them in almost two years.

I miss these times. My elementary school years were my glory days. In my school, administration started pushing life-planning early. We took a career quiz in sixth grade to see what jobs might be a good fit for our eleven-and-twelve-year-old selves.

I took my quiz and got a list of six or seven jobs. On that list was “doctor…” M.D. Medicine is a prestigious career in this country. Doctors are put on pedestals, and I wanted to be put on a pedestal. Remember, I was stuck up and self-centered.

I also looked up to my grandfather, lovingly referred to as PopPop, who was a surgeon himself. So, in less than 30 seconds I determined that I would be a surgeon too. I would go to Ivy League schools, become a doctor, and win the game of life . When I told my parents about my plan, they nodded their heads, “ok, we’ll see.” “Thank goodness my friends are supportive,” I thought. We were all confident in each other and were sure we could do anything we set our minds to. “This will be easy!” we thought, in regards to our career choices.

Wrong, becoming and being a doctor is not easy. It is beyond not easy. I later discovered that I was only mediocre at science. (You must be absolutely superior in science to become a doctor. That’s nonnegotiable.)

Still, my interest in medicine waxed and waned. I nonetheless thought it was possible to achieve anything one put their mind towards. I understand now that concept is completely false – it’s only true for a minority, just ignore the inspirational posters hanging in your high school classrooms.

I haven’t wanted to be a doctor in at least three years now, so I’m making progress. And progress is good. On to the next goal.


I will be entering my third year of community college this Fall. Adding the word “community” before the word “college” completely changes that sentence, doesn’t it? It makes me feel like a failure. Why haven’t I been able to finish CC in the normal, expected two years? I am not on course!

Yes, I have found ways to be active on campus. I’m vice president of the student government association at my campus. I’ve been involved in the improv club, and I’m also in two honors societies. I’ve stayed busy, and I’ve accomplished many of my goals, but I still feel like I’m spinning my wheels.

Most of my peers in student government have determined their destinies and are on track to complete a particular degree to acquire a specific job…exact opposite for me. I have no idea what I want to do.

Ok, I have a bit of an idea. I see myself majoring in political science and then getting a government job, but I’m still scared. There are so many “what if’s?” What if I don’t like the job? What if it doesn’t pay enough? What if I’m unsuccessful?

The definition of success in our society seems vague. Is it success in your particular career? Your personal life? How much money are you making? Is your job prestigious? I think the last two sum up the American Dream for many people. Everything costs money. And in regards to the latter of the two questions, people like to show off. Think about high school reunions. Though I’ve never been to one, I know by the time my first one comes around, I want to be able to say, “well, I earned X degree(s) from Y university(ies), and I’m doing Z work.”

Until I determine a remotely concrete plan, I’m not sure if I should compare myself to others. It’s so hard to resist, though. Comparison makes us competitive. Competition leads some to succeed, while it leads others to fail. It’s a combination of the two for me.

This is not a “journey” blog. This is not about personal development. I don’t know if I’m going to develop into a better person because of this. That’s not the goal. There really is no goal.

No goals…that’s exactly why I’m indecisive, unsuccessful, and everything else people hate about millennials.