Today is my birthday. A few years ago, this would have involved wine. Not because it was my favorite part of the celebration, but because alcohol seemed to show up at every celebration by default. Birthdays. Vacations. Anniversaries. Date nights. I guess it was just part of the package. What's funny is I don't miss it on days like today. I still want a good dinner, obvi we are going to my favorite mexican restaurant. I still want dessert... gluten free cake from Wegmans of co

There was a time when I thought my workouts could outrun my wine habit.I’d crush a spin class, lift weights, eat my greens, and still end every night with a glass of red because I earned it. It was my ritual, my reward, my reset button. Except… it wasn’t. Because when you peel back the idea of “balance,” what’s really happening is that alcohol quietly unravels the progress you work so hard for. Not in an obvious way, it’s subtle. It’s in the bloat that won’t leave. The mornin