This week I devoured Andie Mitchell’s memoir, It Was Me All Along. Her story . . . her relationship with food, her struggle . . . it struck such a chord with me.
In 2005, when she stepped on the scale and saw the numbers 268, the harsh reality of what her life could become came rushing in. She started a journey that took her about a year and a half and she ultimately lost 135 pounds. But, she had swung from one extreme to the other. She became obsessed with exercise and counting every calorie for every morsel of food that went into her body.
Andie had to find balance.
My life since high school has been one of extremes. Starving myself to lose weight, losing the weight, binge eating, gaining weight, crazy diets, binge eating, gaining weight, losing weight sensibly, but then exercising excessively, binge eating, gaining weight, etc.
You get the idea.
With age, comes wisdom. I’ve reached a place in my life where I’m tired. I’m tired of the up and down. I was tired of the binge eating and how that whole secret life was tearing me up inside, so I decided to bring it into the light.
I want balance.
I want to find a way to move my body that I enjoy enough to maintain long-term. I don’t want to fear food, but I don’t want to worship it either. I don’t want to use food to deal with issues.
As soon as I finished her memoir, I ordered her cookbook, Eating in the Middle. That’s her philosophy now.
I’ve decided to give every recipe a try and I think I’m going to enlist Shelby’s help AND why not blog about what we cook, right?
I hope you’ll follow along and look for updates.