I’m currently unwinding in my post-workout glow, snacking on some incredible fresh blueberries, and celebrating the last evening of The 21 Day Fix, Round One. It’s been an interesting ride. There have been terrible cravings, workouts that tried to break me but failed, and an impressive number of cuss words. I think I’ve traded swearing…

For the past seventeen days, I’ve been taking excellent care of myself on The 21 Day Fix. That means seventeen days of planning my meals, measuring them out, and packing them to go. It means seventeen workouts where I snugged up my very orange sneakers and sweated, porcine-esque, in my basement. Most importantly, it means…