We are all on a journey.

My hope is that the twists and turns of my journey will inspire you on your own. This is not a diet blog. Not an exercise blog. Just a simple blog about one girl's path towards health and wholeness. Because I believe that the words of the great poet Wendell Berry are true--that we are all "summoned towards wholeness." But the question is, will we respond?

About Me

To Whom It May Concern: Running Edition

If you ever read previous iterations of my blog, you know how much I love writing passive aggressive notes to anonymous people. And that’s certainly not about to stop. So here you have it, the first bit of Healthy and Whole snark. You’re welcome. Dear Redneck in the Pick-Up Truck, I’m sorry. I fear you may have mistaken me for someone that you… Read more →

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Buy the Red Pants

I was browsing the clearance section at my local Kohl’s a few years ago. My fingers flipped nimbly by the smalls, mediums and larges, only pausing when I got to the hangers marked XL.* On another rack I quickly moved past the cute single digits and plunged well into the double digits. Almost out of the teens, but not quite.… Read more →

Yellow Polka Dot Bikini

No More Bikini Body!

It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was trying to will myself to hold a plank for 10 more seconds. My arms shook and drops of sweat made jagged circles on my yoga mat.* From the screen in front of me a chiseled blond spoke chipper words of encouragement while I grumbled expletives under my breath. And then she said… Read more →

Butternut Squash Lasagna

So, this felt like a good time to give you a recipe that you can serve on a real plate First, I should clarify. I’m not a low-carb fiend that would throw myself on top of a plate of pasta like it’s a live bomb. All things in moderation. Plus, pasta sauce is really hard to get out of clothes.… Read more →

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Soggy Paper Plates

Let’s say it’s 2012, and you’re in my neighborhood. It’s 6:30 in the evening, and you see that my lights are on. “I wonder if Brandy has dinner ready?” you wonder. Because maybe you’ve come to a party at my house before, and you’ve sampled my creamy roasted tomato soup with thick grilled cheese. Maybe I’ve made you a decadent birthday… Read more →


An Open Letter to Jillian Michaels

Dear Jillian, It was 2008 when I first invited you into my home. I was an innocent, naive 28-year-old who was dabbling in getting healthy. I think it was for the sole purpose of fitting in a bridesmaid dress. So, you know, really lofty goals there. I purchased the 30 Day Shred DVD and hid in the basement from my… Read more →

August of 2013 to October of 2014

Why a new blog, Brandy?

In my head, that’s what you’re asking. All three of you reading this. I had a blog. I liked it well enough. It was a place to get down my thoughts. Say silly things. But then life got crazy. And it was one of the first things to go. Plus, I’ll be honest. It was having a big of an… Read more →


My Story-Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 When I look in the mirror every morning, that voice of my youth still whispers about my flaws. I wrote those words in an essay, and in the margin, my writing mentor scribbled the words “Really? Every morning?” Yes. Every morning. That writing mentor was one of several whom I worked with as I was completing… Read more →


My Story-Part 2

(Read Part 1 Here) I’m kind of surprised at what a non-issue my weight seemed to be in young adult. Seemed to be is the most important part of that sentence. Nobody made a big deal about how I looked. Nobody challenged me in what I ate or my lack of exercise. And I wouldn’t have been receptive to it… Read more →

The year of the dreaded scoliosis test.

My Story–Part 1

I can’t ever remember a time when I didn’t feel self-conscious about how my body looked. When I was around 10 they did a scoliosis test at school. We all filed into a little classroom off of the gym, one-by-one. Then we faced the wall, pulled our shirts off, and bent over so the nurse could check our spines. The… Read more →

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