Hi there. My name is Katie but you can call me Tater.
I’m a Kentucky-borne, Illinois-bred, Carolina transplant currently living, working and schooling in Charlotte, NC. When I’m not busy trying to figure out when to use “y’all” or “you guys,” you’ll find me on my yoga mat, in the kitchen or completely out of my mind. I am wrapping up my Masters in Nutrition at Winthrop University (August 2012), completing 200-hour RYT training at Y2 Yoga (June 2012) and finalizing plans to launch Plate Share, a nonprofit organization aimed at ending hunger in the US.
I don’t really sleep.
The food I eat is always vegetarian, often vegan, at times raw and after a few drinks… deep-fried. I believe food is something to be celebrated and don’t follow or endorse diets that induce food-related fear, guilt or restriction. Like most, my eating habits have evolved over the years–with age, education and exposure to different cultures. What remains constant is an understanding of and respect for the power of food to heal and to harm, to bring families together and divide nations, to spark memories and numb emotions. Academically, I’m into food at all levels: agriculture, nutrition, allergies, government assistance, hunger, obesity, eating disorders, food marketing, etc. Personally, I focus on eating well on the cheap, creative ways to cut time in the kitchen and lots of baking.
After years of exercising compulsively to punish my body, I turned to yoga to rehabilitate after an overuse injury. What started as a quick fix to get me back to running has evolved into a total mind-body transformation that has completely shifted my perception of and and relationship with my body. It is the single best thing I do every day.
Sweet Tater started in 2009 as a creative escape from my mundane 9-to-5 desk job. These days I use it as an outlet for sharing the sometimes erratic but (I hope) always entertaining goings on in my life. You’ll find yoga, recipes, reviews, rants and two of the most ridiculous cats on the planet.
Looking for more? You’ll also find me here…
Tumblr: so damn good.
When I was born my brother Ben couldn’t say my name. Katherine Ruth became “Tafferin Roof” in two-year-old-ese. He used to go around telling people his new sister’s name was “Tafferine Roof tallin’ her Tatie”. As in… her name is Katherine Ruth but we’re calling her Katie. Aw. My simple two-syllable nickname was no better. “Tatie” quickly evolved into “Tater” and 26 years later I still answer to it.