Lean In – Sheryl Sandberg


“Gymboree once sold onesies proclaiming ‘smart like daddy’ for boys and ‘pretty like mommy’ for girls. The same year, JCPenney marketed a T-shirt to teenage girls that bragged, ‘I’m too pretty to do homework so my brother has to do it for me.’ These things did not happen in 1951. They happened in 2011.”

“Research over the last four years has consistently found that in comparison to children with less involved fathers, children with involved and loving fathers have higher levels of psychological well-being and better cognitive abilities. When fathers provide even just routine childcare, children have higher levels of educational and economic achievement, and lower delinquency rates. Their children even tend to be more empathetic and socially competent.”

“Aiming for perfection causes frustration at best and paralysis at worst.”

After many months of some of the strongest women in my life (my mother, my partner’s mother, my partner’s sister, and my boss, just to name a few) telling me to read Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg, I finally made a point of sitting down and finishing it. I’m very glad I did.

It’s not that the book is difficult to get through, on the contrary it’s actually a very quick and interesting read. Even though I started it weeks ago I think the reason it took me so long to finish it was because of the dedication on the first page. I had heard this book was somewhat of a feminist manifesto, so I found it interesting that its author thanks a man, her husband, for making “everything” possible, before the book has even begun. I remember thinking to myself, well if this book is all about how I don’t need a man, why is she owing her success in its entirety to one right now?

I’m glad I finished the book however, because Mrs. Sandberg (the very successful COO of Facebook) answered that very question wholeheartedly. This book is not about how women don’t need men; this book is so much more than a (self-described) feminist manifesto. She even addresses that word that many women shy away from: feminist. Over the years it feels like the word “feminism” has picked up a negative connotation. News flash people – being a feminist doesn’t mean you’re some bra-burning socialist lesbian with a deep-rooted hatred for men. Being a feminist simply means that you support equal rights, opportunity, and respect for both women and men in the workplace, and at home. Mrs. Sandberg has a husband who happily and willingly shares both household and breadwinning duties, thus helping her make “everything possible”. I get it now.

The book is written in a very approachable, and conversational tone, with many examples that will have, I believe, both men and women nodding in understanding and agreement. This book is just as important for men to read as for women, especially men who have girlfriends, wives, sisters, daughters, nieces, and female coworkers. It discusses being comfortable sitting at the table, sharing household responsibilities, and it brings to light the competition between women in the work place, and how we need to build each other up and not tear each other down. Since I really want all of you to read this one I don’t want to say much more other than it is eye opening, honest, and refreshing.

Thank you Mrs. Sandberg for saying a lot of what needed to be said, and bringing this discussion to the forefront.

DEFINITELY check this one out folks.



Lawrence Zarian’s 10 Commandments For A Perfect Wardrobe – Lawrence Zarian


“Style may sound superficial, but you really can’t escape the fact that your style is a visible expression of who you are and what you’re feeling about yourself. Your style tells your story to the world. What story are you telling about yourself? Think about that!”

“In fact, you should avoid dry-cleaning cashmere – the chemicals can make it brittle…. The best cashmere is made from extra-long fibers. Cheap cashmere is made from short fibers that will pill.”

“We, as a society, have managed to get out of balance. When we aren’t working, we’re obsessively watching others live their lives through social media. This leaves very little time for real connection or the ‘right now’! Every spiritual text has been saying this since the beginning of time. What you seek is in you. Well, that’s fine to understand as a concept, but it is much more powerful to actually experience it every day.”

“My dad would always say, ‘If you walk down the street and fall in a hole, and then you walk down the street and fall in the same hole – what do you do the third time? You choose a different street.’ There’s something about the surprise of doing something different, taking a chance, pushing yourself. The next time you don’t feel like facing the world for whatever reason, choose the contrary action, pick a different road, and see what happens.”

I had seen Lawrence Zarian on TV several times on everything from “Entertainment Tonight”, to “Rachel Ray”, and of course, doing live coverage during my favorite event of the season – the Oscars! So I was really excited when Bird Street Books sent me an advanced copy of his new book, (out February 25th people!) Lawrence Zarian’s 10 Commandments For A Perfect Wardrobe. 

Normally I’m a bit hesitant to read ‘style’ books, as I have found them to be very superficial, and focussed on a very rigid, and suffocating set of rules i.e., ‘don’t wear white after labour day’! (What does that even mean!?) Fortunately, this book was NOTHING like that, and as you can see from my featured quotes, discusses the spiritual and emotional side of looking and feeling great, just as much as it does the physical. Mr. Zarian (aka LZ) obviously really cares about how a woman (and a man – there’s a wonderful section for men as well!) looks, and more importantly how she feels in what she’s wearing, which I really respect and appreciate. This is definitely the best book I’ve ever read on style, because it’s not about fitting into a cookie cutter mold, it’s about really honing in on your personal style, and honoring both that, and who you are as a person. Not to mention it is full of really awesome tips on how to get the most out of your clothes, and other goodies like what cashmere is best (see above).

His fashion ‘commandments’ never feel stuffy, or restrictive, and in fact really foster a creative and flexible environment to have fun with styling your outfits. The tone in which it is written is direct, conversational, funny and genuine, as if LZ is talking to you and just you. Despite coming from one of the top styling gurus, it never feels rude, condescending or pushy, and one of the best things about this book? LZ gives you tons of advice on where to purchase many of the items he discusses, from (and here’s the key word) AFFORDABLE stores and websites.

This book is about so much more than a perfect wardrobe; it’s about self worth, and living your life to the fullest, and looking fantastic while you do so. Loved it LZ!

Until next time,


I Never Promised You A Goodie Bag – Jennifer Gilbert


“I’ve been to crazy parties where kids decimated the liquor cabinets and desecrated the bedrooms.”

“I saw the shadow side of having fixed expectations. They are an awfully hard thing to live up to. If you spend your time measuring your reality against your fantasy, you’re inevitably going to lose the joy of just being in the moment.”

“The club filled up, and Prince came on around three in the morning, in a space no bigger than my living room. I still remember the exhilarating feeling of walking out onto the streets of Paris at 7 AM, sweaty from dancing all night, the sound of street sweepers and the smell of croissants just coming out of boulangerie ovens. It was magical.”

“Outsource everything but your soul. Identify the ‘soul’ of your business (which most of the time is the thing that makes you supremely happy) and hire everyone else to do the rest.”

“You can’t control what may happen to you in this life, but you can control who you want to be after it happens. It’s a very simple yet powerful statement. Instead of fearing what will happen for my children in the future, I can just love them for who they are now. Instead of fighting my body, I can give thanks for it. Instead of questioning my husband’s love, I can accept it with open arms. And instead of worrying about life and what it has in store for me, I can throw my hands up in the air and enjoy the ride.”

I really, really enjoyed I Never Promised You A Goodie Bag by Jennifer Gilbert. I have actually been pursuing a career in the event planning industry for a little while now, trying to learn the ropes and what not by taking courses and reading books, so a memoir from one of the top event planners EVER seemed like a no brainer for my next read of the year. I didn’t even bother reading the jacket, as the title alone had me hooked. (I wasn’t feeling well this week and had the book with me while waiting at the clinic – even the doctor commented that it was an awesome title!)

What I thought was going to be a fun little light read about the dreams and nightmares of event planning became much more serious when the author shared a very intimate secret; at twenty-two Jennifer Gilbert was the victim of a random and brutal attack that left her alone and nearly dead from over thirty stab wounds (with a screw driver!?). Suddenly, the book’s tag line, ‘A Memoir of a Life Through Events – the Ones You Plan and the Ones You Don’t’ took on a whole new meaning.

After the attack, Mrs. Gilbert chose to move past what had happened by becoming an event planner. She believed she would never feel joy of her own anymore, so decided to celebrate as many events for other people that she possibly could. This memoir is the story of how she rebuilt her life after being attacked, and it was an extraordinary read. The whole thing is written with such a genuine honesty that you really root for her success, and rather than coming across as preachy, her quotes/messages/mantra’s feel as though they’re coming from your best friend. Additionally, for someone trying to break into the event planning industry she has some extraordinary entrepreneurial advice.

I don’t want to say much more as I really want you guys to check this one out sometime. Bravo Mrs. Gilbert. Bravo.

Until next time,


The Obituary Writer – Ann Hood


“Rose had told Claire once that men had affairs to stay married, and women had affairs to get out of their marriages.”

“Later, when her mother came in to kiss her goodnight, Claire asked her if love felt like ginger ale bubbles. “What you want,” her mother said, “is someone who can take care of you. A man who can provide for you and your children. Someone steady. Someone predictable. If you want to feel ginger ale bubbles, Claire, drink a glass of ginger ale.”

“Do you know the secret to writing a good obituary?” She asked Claire. Claire shook her head no. “All the dates and degrees and statistics don’t matter,” she said. “What matters is the life itself.”

The Obituary Writer by Ann Hood is another one that will go into my “undecided” category this year. While it has its moments of really beautiful writing, I found it extremely predictable, which is quite possibly one of my biggest pet peeves, ever. The story follows the lives of two different women in two different eras; Vivien, in 1919, is an obituary writer searching for David, the MIA love of her life, and Claire, the quintessential ‘perfect’ sixties housewife with an obsession for Jackie O and the possibility of carrying a baby that is not her husband’s. As the story progresses you learn how the two women are linked, and how they will move forward in their loveless lives.

A book like this isn’t my usual style, as I find myself usually rolling my eyes at ‘chick-lit’ more often than actually enjoying it. Especially a novel like this, that deals with women so dependent on a man for their happiness, kind of turns me off. However, despite my occasional eye roll and its predictability, I liked how it ended, and found a couple quotes that were worthy of remembering.

It was an interesting read and quick to get through, (I started it yesterday) and probably a lovely book to take on holiday with you to read on the beach.

Nothing groundbreaking, but then again so few ‘chick-lit’ books these days are *cough* Fifty Shades *cough*. And for the record? I hate the term ‘chick-lit’. Does anyone have any better suggestions?

Until next time! Xo


The Further Adventures of an Idiot Abroad – Karl Pilkington


“I’ve realized that coming back home is the best thing about going away in the first place.”

“If I was in charge of the dictionary I would have a right clear out of words. Words like ‘necrophilia’ I’d get rid of. If someone has that (attraction to dead bodies), I’d make them say, ‘I fancy dead bodies.’ Then, at least when they tell people, then they realize how mental it sounds rather than it being hidden in a posh word. And then they’ll stop having the problem. The fact that it has its own word makes it acceptable.”

“At home having friends isn’t the same as here. People are obsessed with how many friends they have on Facebook or followers on Twitter, but none of them are there to actually help.”

“I’m a good driver and can reverse park quite easily, but once I know there’s a car waiting for me to park before he can pass I can’t do it. Having an audience changes things.”

“I was given a cup of tea, but you’d never have guessed it was tea. They’d overdone it with milk, I can’t stand milky tea. Just writing ‘milky tea’ makes me gag, plus I always worry about drinking milk products abroad after having a tiny bit in India that almost made me shit out a lung.”

“I like Thai food, or, as I call it, ‘posh Chinese’.”

“I tell ya, if they ever install water meters in people’s homes here in Thailand, Songkran will be over.”

“Bonsai trees are tiny trees that are really difficult to grow. You need to care for and nurture them daily. I suppose it’s like the Tamagotchi for the older generation.”

I picked up The Further Adventures of an Idiot Abroad  by Karl Pilkington at the library the other day, without ever having heard of the first one, An Idiot Abroad or the TV series by the same name produced by Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant. To be honest, I’ve just been really busy this week with work and was looking for something that was funny, and would sort of allow me to vicariously live my travel bug through it. I am REALLY craving a trip at this point, even more so after reading this book.

It starts off with Ricky and Stephen sitting down with Karl (whom they describe as the modern-day real-life Homer Simpson) and letting him choose a bunch of things to do from a mass bucket list that they have compiled from several other bucket lists. While Karl may choose relaxing things like, spend a night on a desert island alone, and drive along Route 66, Stephen and Ricky have some other surprises planned for him along the way. Whether its bungee jumping in New Zealand, land diving in Vanuata, or sumo wrestling in Japan, Ricky and Stephen make sure to put Karl is in as many ridiculous scenarios as possible, just to see him squirm.

I really loved this book. I find Karl’s perspective on the world to be hilarious, and at times even insightful, as can be proven by the quotes I’ve chosen to share with you this week. The book is peppered with conversations Karl has with Ricky, Stephen, the shows director (don’t forget they’re filming all of this for you to watch on ‘the telly’) and even Warwick Davis, which are all really quite funny. Who doesn’t love a good argument between Warwick Davis and ANYONE on whether or not going to see a dwarf village in China is a good idea. The best part was that after I finished the book, I was able to watch all the real footage, as the show, An Idiot Abroad, is available on Netflix.

If you’re looking for something funny, travel related, or just plain entertaining, then make sure to check this one out – if only for the amazing use of British vernacular.

Ta for now! 😉



The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – Jean-Dominique Bauby


“But I see in the clothing a symbol of continuing life. And proof that I still want to be myself. If I must drool, I may as well drool on cashmere.”

“In one section are a score of comatose patients, patients at deaths door, plunged into endless night. They never leave their rooms. Yet everyone knows they are there, and they weigh strangely on our collective awareness, almost like a guilty conscience.”

“The city, that monster with a hundred mouths and a thousand ears, a monster that knows nothing but says everything, had written me off.”

Over the weekend I was really trying to be productive, however as per usual, the internet happened. I did however come across a list of “32 Books That Will Actually Change Your Life”. Yes, I know, it’s on BuzzFeed – but still interesting nonetheless. I decided to read the first book on their list (one that I had heard a lot about for many years) and go from there.

For those of you who haven’t heard of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby, it’s really quite a fascinating memoir. At forty-three-years-old, Bauby, the editor of French Elle magazine, suffered a horrible stroke that left him completely paralyzed. I mean completely. A once witty and outgoing man, Bauby now found himself unable to move anything, except his left eye. This memoir was written was composed by him blinking his left eye when his transcriber recited the letter he was looking for. Originally written in French, apparently the book took about 200,000 blinks to complete. Unfortunately it was published only two days before his death in 1996, so Bauby never really got to see how his poetic and endearing memoir would go on to become an international bestseller, and greatly impact many people across the world.

I can’t even imagine how anyone could remain so positive when their entire life is taken away from them unexpectedly in a matter of minutes. This beautifully written memoir truly is a reminder of how special life is, and how we must do our best to appreciate every moment we have with the ones we love. Bauby reminds us to stop and smell the roses, to not sweat the small stuff, to make time for people and not things, and he does it in such a sweetly sardonic way that as a reader I felt torn between savoring every page, and devouring the whole thing in one sitting.

Lovely. Just lovely.



The Beggar’s Garden – Michael Christie


“If someone tells you they love you for you, it means they will love you as long as you act like who they love – that is who they want to love. So that’s what I did. He said he liked cheerful, so I danced around his house to the radio, and made cheerful kinds of food like pies and triple-decker sandwiches. In the end, he told me I loved him too hard and that he didn’t love me anymore. This confirmed my suspicions that he was lying the whole time, so I won.”

“Hours passed and the ambulances grew more frequent. The injuries migrated steadily from those self-inflicted to those inflicted by others. The television programs, in turn, became more violent and I wondered if there was a connection.”

“She found herself approaching the corner of Hastings and Abbott streets, where the Woodward’s building stood. She had read in the paper it was to be torn down, finally, to build some new type of apartments for young people. Just as well, she thought; it was no use to anyone anymore, the whole city block standing empty, an eight story palace for pigeons and rats. And maybe that was all the neighborhood ever really needed, she thought, more young people.”

It took me a surprisingly long time to get through The Beggar’s Garden by Michael Christie. Normally I’m not a big fan of short stories, but this collection of nine all take place in Vancouver, and focus on the DTES, so I was curious to give it a read. I don’t normally like short stories because I don’t like getting to know a character and their situation, their hopes and their dreams and their fears, just to have them ripped away from me and exchanged with someone else as I’m beginning to develop a bond. However, having each character taken from you as you finally begin to grasp who they are, really makes sense in this book because I think that if these characters were real, their presence in your life would be just as brief. I’m really torn on whether or not I like this one. The characters are all very interesting and multifaceted, and the writing style is fresh and memorable, but something just didn’t click for me. I couldn’t tell you what. I have however found myself thinking back to these different stories over the week, and viewing the homeless people I see in downtown Vancouver differently than I did before. So, really I guess that means that this book is a piece of art — it’s making me reflect and grow and change my perceptions of things. It’s not always easy to hear these people’s stories, but they are written with an air of authenticity that is hard to ignore. “It was as if the country had been tipped up at one end and all the sorry bastards had slid west, stopping only when they reached the sea, perhaps because the sea didn’t want them either.”

If you’re from Vancouver, I would definitely check this one out. If not, I’m not sure you’ll find it as interesting, but it’s still worth a gander.



What Falls Away – Mia Farrow


“I discovered that whatever your losses, you can still for the most part choose your attitude. If you have your health, a little courage, and imagination, then you have the internal resources to build a new life, and maybe a better one.”

“In New York City, Dali had accumulated an eclectic assortment of companions, including a beautiful hermaphrodite, a ballet dancer, a scientists, a woman who resembled George Washington, a dapper little man who managed some aspect of the Dali’s affairs – el Capitan as he was called – who had an accent, wore a uniform from no known place, and was usually accompanied by an ocelot.”

“I have respect for life in any form,” Frank said at that time. “I believe in nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky, and everything I can see. If these things are what you mean by God, then I believe in God. I don’t believe in a personal god to whom I look for comfort or for a natural on the next roll of the dice. I’m for anything that gets you through the night, be it prayer, tranquilizers, or a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.”

“… how cavalier we are with time, as if it were not irreplaceable.”

“The last time we spoke, I told Woody I thought that something in him must have ruptured. I don’t know why I bothered saying again how much he’d taken from all the kids, and maybe from Soon-Yi even more than from Dylan. When I begged him for the children’ s sake to stop the publicity circus, he told me “he hadn’t even begun; that I was already the laughing stock of the country” and that “by the time I’m finished with you, there will be nothing left.” When I howled at him that in court he wouldn’t be able to say things that weren’t true, he replied, “It doesn’t matter what’s true; all that matters is what’s believed.”

This book was an interesting choice for me, as I never really was a big fan of Mia Farrow, and to be honest knew very little about her life. But that, in addition to her son Ronan Farrow’s recent tweet after the Golden Globes this year in which he stated “Missed the Woody Allen tribute — did they put the part where a woman publicly confirmed he molested her at age 7 before or after Annie Hall?”, had me really curious about what exactly the real story was.

I have always been a huge fan of Woody Allen’s movies, even dressing up as Annie Hall for one of my character classes when I was still living in LA. However I, like most people, do not take allegations of child abuse lightly, and felt a weird juxtaposition of emotions concerning the man, and his art. I began this book not knowing if it would give me more of an opinion on the situation.

What Falls Away is an interesting and very personal look into the lives of many of Hollywood’s “greats” during a golden era. Born to famous parents herself, Mia was brought up playing with Bette Davis’ daughter, spent a great deal of time with Salvador Dali as a father figure, went to ashram’s with The Beatles, married Frank Sinatra, a man very much her senior while still a teen, and was even toasted by Dean Martin with, “Hey, I’ve got a bottle of scotch that’s older than you.” Her twelve year relationship with Woody Allen ended after thirteen movies together, and what would remain a lifetime of controversy.

Many of the anecdotes Ms. Farrow discusses are interesting, even inspiring. I especially enjoyed the story of Dali showing up on her 19th birthday with a beautifully painted glass container that held a rat consuming a lizard, stating that it was “violence in a bottle.” I found myself eager to know more, even if I found her writing, at times, to be simply too eager at sounding poetic, resulting in a convoluted attempt at masking the prosaic. That being said, this happened infrequently, and didn’t alter my experience reading the book. Additionally, while I greatly admire Ms. Farrow’s humanitarian efforts, and the fact she has raised 14 children, most of whom were adopted and special needs, I found her diction concerning these adoptions a bit perplexing; are you searching for a new member of your family or playing ‘eenie meenie miny moe’ from a catalogue of the third world? If any of you read it, you’ll see what I mean.

Even doing my best to remain objective and take everything I read with a grain of salt – after all, there are always multiple sides to every story and Mr. Allen was never convicted of molesting his seven year old daughter, I must say that What Falls Away made me take a step back and view both him, and his art in a very different light. Even if he didn’t molest his daughter, he did most definitely carry on a sexual relationship with his nineteen year old step daughter while he was still in a relationship with her mother. Historic movie genius, or sick and twisted child abuser: it’s a weird dichotomy to say the least.

Check it out folks – it’s an interesting read.



Heads in Beds – Jacob Tomsky


“I can advance a well -reasoned argument that nothing worth listening to was recorded after 1972.”

“Worry not. The systems have changed and we can no longer see the movie titles. I mean, we know the new releases cost $12.95 and the sexual releases cost $14.95. We just no longer have access to your specific fetishes. Not that we judge you. (LIE).”

“Here is a nice rule of thumb we can all try to remember: a person of culture should make every effort to hide his frustration from those who’ve had nothing to do with its origin. Boom.”

“Pushing through an unmarked white door to the supply closet, he stopped and turned to face me. This was a man who hits the gym, grunts and screams as he benches 350, and then leaves more angry than when he went in. He had one fat vein surging out of his white starched collar, and it ripped up his throat and pulsed in a rage, as if it were filled with hot sauce and pumped that burn right into his brain.”

“Like milk and cereal: whores and hotels.”

“The pace of a Manhattan evening shift is four finger lines of cocaine dumped into a five hour energy drink.”

“We had a few working-class celebrities, nice guys like Tony Danza who stuck it out Bellevue-style because the bellmen here weren’t afraid to scream, ‘Ayo, Toneee,’ when he would swagger into the lobby, and you could tell, Danza loved that shit.”

“I kind of feel as if Brian Wilson died for our sins.”

“So when the ground is steady and the sky is clear, we should breathe deep until our lungs inflate against our ribs and hold in that one breath until we are light-headed with the privilege of being alive. The absolute privilege of being human.”

If my overabundance of quotes wasn’t proof enough already (I’m sorry! I just couldn’t pick three!), I really enjoyed Heads in Beds by Jacob Tomsky. A memoir from a guy who has worked basically his entire life in the hotel industry, it is full of laughs, and legitimately good advice on how to get the most of your hotel experience.

This one was actually a recommendation I stumbled upon on someone else’s blog a few days ago and they said it made them laugh till they cried. While yes, it was very funny, it was also very informative (want to know how to get out of paying for your mini bar bill, or getting upgraded to the best room in the hotel absolutely free?), and it was heartfelt and meaningful. You really get such an interesting insiders perspective on the personal dynamics of hotel staff, and this novel has completely opened up my eyes to aspects of a hotel, and my experience staying there that I would never have realized otherwise. I even brought up this title with a classmate of mine who works at a high end hotel here in the city, and she completely corroborated everything I had difficulty believing to be true from the book, like the fact that yes, hookers really do use that revolving door as it’s meant to be used. Sometimes the same girl even coming back more than once a night for different johns!

I was disappointed when it ended, as I could have kept reading it for days. Check this one out for sure. It was great!



Grain Brain – David Perlmutter


“This book goes outside the box of the layman’s accepted dogma – and away from vested corporate interests. It proposes a new way of understanding the root cause of brain disease and offers a promising message of hope: Brain disease can be largely prevented through the choices you make in life. So if you haven’t figured it out by now, I’ll be crystal clear: This is not just another diet book or generic how-to guide to all things preventive health. This is a game-changer.”

“In fact, in  2013 study, researchers at the University of Connecticut demonstrated that people on a low-carb diet, eating whole eggs – even on a daily basis – improved insulin sensitivity and other cardiovascular risk parameters. In addition to their healthy cholesterol, whole eggs contain all of the essential amino acids we need to survive, vitamins and minerals, plus antioxidants known to protect our eyes – all for the low-low price of just 70 calories each.”

“… one of my goals in this book has been to liberate you from ever having to count calories or grams of protein and fat (especially saturated fat) again. I want to teach you what to eat, not how to eat (i.e., how much of this or that). If you follow the guidelines and protocol, the fat, carbs and protein intake will take care of itself. You won’ t overeat, you won’t feel underfed, and you’ll be maximally nourishing your body and brain.”

After reading The Rosie Project last week I found myself thinking a lot about genes, and our brains. I saw this title walking through Indigo the other day and decided to check it out. I am so glad I did.

I started the Wild Rose Detox at the beginning of the year, as a way to reset my body for the new year, and rid it of any sugar or bad carb cravings I was having. Reading Grain Brain during the cleanse only solidified what I already sort of knew about how my body felt after eating gluten, or refined sugar. It makes me feel like crap. I LOVE doughnuts, so a trip to Cartem’s here in Vancouver was in order to celebrate having been a good girl on completion of this detox. I’m pretty sure the headache afterwards lasted for almost twenty four hours. I may not be diagnosed as celiac, but as Dr. Perlmutter brings to light in his book, we ALL have sensitivity to gluten, whether it is obvious to us our not.

Wheat, carbs, and sugars are now being discovered as the leading causes of dementia, Alzheimer’s, Parkinsons, and a whack of other brain diseases, and the numbers and studies featured in Grain Brain to corroborate this fact is staggering.

So wait Dr. Perlmutter… You’re telling me high cholesterol actually correlates to higher brain functioning? And that a diet that is majority healthy fats, proteins, and veggies is where the party’s at? Done. Bring on the avocado and dark chocolate baby!!!

If you’re interested in a very fascinating dietary read that goes against the grain (pardon the pun) of what the media has been spoon feeding us for a very long time, then check this book out. It’s definitely worth the time.