Are You There, Blog? It's Me, Jillian

Oh, blog. Where for art thou, dear blog?
Since we last rendez-voused, you have been munched up by Google. I can't blame you, but I have to say this does changes things for me a bit now that you've gone corporate. I think you're a tad less cool—although the spell check option redeems you slightly.

Dudes and dudettes, I have been MIA from the scene for too long. My fingers have been glued to these dang Apple keys, feverishly pumping out www.thefamilygroove.com. (You must check out this month's issue, Sex, Love and Parenthood—so much good stuff.) I just couldn't gear shift from editor to mom-itor.

Anyway, peeps, I am back. So much of me is back: the platinum hair, the self-care, the savoir-faire and the devil-may-care—and my super duper rhyming flair.

I got my blood analyzed last week, which revealed some yuckers stuff like parasites (thank you sushi from dodgy NYC joints), yeast, vitamin deficiency galore, low thyroid and more. For a week now, I have been on the wagon—taking supplements, drinking my water, eating clean, not eating anything white (if it's white do not bite), even drinking less coffee. My skin looks amazing, my energy is gangbusters and my waistline is a-shrinkin'.

My whole outlook has improved. I even might make it to the gym today. I am curious to check out my weight (I know it's not the ultimate measure, but I still like to know what it is).

I am giving my new high maintenance, high reward program another week. If I still see marked success, then I will share all the labor-intensive details with y'all.

Looking and feeling good is a full-time job. It has to permeate everything you do. It has to live in the fore of your actions in all areas of your life. But, at the end of the day—and the beginning, for that matter—it's worth it.