As long as I can remember, I wanted to be a journalist. I grew up in Russia during Soviet Union's collapse. Post Soviet Russia was a time of frustration and confusion and it seemed like a clear decision for me to get into the front lines of whatever was happening. I saw myself being a field journalist traveling into all kinds of places. And that's what most of my professors were expecting from me. Full of energy, always on the run and having unlimited supply of humor I seemed like a perfect field journalist. By the time I got into the school of journalism, I already had a couple years of experience with a local newspaper. First 3 years of college I worked part time for Youth Division at the Regional Television Studio. After that I became a field reporter for a local news program. 2 years later I was an editor of the news programing as well as coordinator for some really cool music video projects.
I was 22 when I moved with my family moved to United States, and suddenly found myself in the foreign country with no chances of being a journalist ever again. What choices did I have? I forgot about the existence of my degree and journalism and went to work for the mail room of a small industrial company. This isn't a Cinderella story, but 9 years later I was a graphic designer and advertising coordinator at the same company. At that time I just had my second baby and found myself unhappily cruising around in 210 lb body.
And that's when I found my voice - like so many I started my blog to track my weight loss journey and keep myself accountable. Thank to social media, I am a family blogger talking about nutrition, fitness, family activities, and anything in between.
I want to enjoy my life to the fullest - I want to be the best I can every day of my life. I want to go to sleep knowing "Today mattered"