Goodbye, Health Nuts (and health nuts)!

They might be trying, but Experience.com just can’t get rid of me.

I started as a nonprofit blogger in my last semester of college. (See my first-ever post.)

Then I took a little trip over to the green blogs and hung around Green Your Future for a few months. (One of my faves.)

I’ve been blogging here at Health Nuts since last fall and have shared my experiences, both personal and professional, in the health arena (and, yes, I admit, some non-health-related stuff, too). You’ve watched me go from running my first 10K to my first half marathon and from just starting grad school to finishing off my first year in one piece.

Now I’m moving again, this time to 3Gen – a blog that chronicles life in the working world from the perspectives of gen X-, Y- and Z-ers. Or W-, X- and Y-ers? V, W, X? Actually, there might only be two of us? Well, I’m not sure, but I do know that over there you’ll get the scoop on real-world work and life stuff through eyes of various ages…and eyeglass prescriptions (sorry, Ken).

I’ve loved Health Nuts and will definitely carry my health nutty ways over to whatever blogs I end up on the future, but it was time to admit it: I’m getting old. Not tennis-balls-on-the-bottom-of-my-walker or I-can’t-find-my-glasses-because-I’m-not-wearing-my-glasses old (yet), but can’t-quite-stay-out-as-late-or-drink-as-many-margaritas-as-I-used-to old.

And I think it’s time to own it. To admit that while I’m still a student, I’m a professional student, not an undergrad who can still pull off rolling out of bed and out the door in one fell swoop. To admit that I’m a working woman (in the form of a professional intern, but a working woman nonetheless). And to admit that – gulp – I’ve been out of college long enough to have some experience, thoughts and dare I say wisdom that I hope will help students and young professionals alike, in the health realm but also across other fields.

So please, head over to 3Gen and check us out. You know you can’t miss my stories of overhearing older coworkers on the phone desperately asking each other about Facebook, my motivation or lack thereof in training for my first marathon, and my *&#$@# frustration with the $#*&@(!# economy’s )*$#(@!# timing in tanking. (Check out my first post on emailing digital aliens here.)

It’ll be good. I promise.