An Honest Note
For my first ever blog post, I thought it would be appropriate to lay it all on the table. I mean – you were nice enough to drop by and read a little. The least I can do is kick us off on an honest note. Ok, here goes!
Do you remember the first time you learned about mythology - all the mighty and powerful goddesses and gods? It was literally unbelievable at first, wasn’t it?? Until you learned, that from Athena to Zeus, just about every mythical figure has a unique vulnerability.
But you didn’t learn that right away. At first, the stage is set to reel you in. You see only perfection; and you begin to lament your inadequacies. You perceive these “perfect” beings as flawless. And then you think about the people in your life whom you admire. You conclude that they, as well, have some sort of magic formula – an elixir that if only you could consume, would at least level the playing field and allow you to feel better about your shortcomings.
As I sit here and empathize, I feel nothing short of profound relief to share, my cherished reader, that we truly are all, fabulously, imperfect. None of us has that elixir. It does not exist. Lest this revelation seriously bum you out, please allow me to elaborate…
My life is about as good as it gets. I am healthy. My husband is my best friend. We have an adorable English bulldog (Belma) who literally stops traffic everywhere we go. We have plenty of food, wine, and the best family and friends in the universe. Yet, only a few people in my inner circle truly understand my Achilles heel: my weight.
I have tried just about everything to maintain a decent weight. I have starved for six days at a time, had liposuction, taken ephedra, existed on 30 net carbs per day, religiously attended 6am boot camps until I could barely move, tried all weights and no cardio, tried no weights and all cardio, drank daily doses of apple cider vinegar, wasted money on ridiculous gadgets, taken ludicrous supplements… I have been so unkind to my body over the years, that I literally tear up when I try to explain to exasperated dieters that I truly do know exactly how they feel.
It took almost 50 years to find a regimen that works for me. I realized that unless I cook it myself, I can’t complain about what I consume. I needed to cook less, to force myself to eat less. I needed to learn the difference between fasting and starving myself. And I needed to take comfort in what I achieved that day, and do my best to melt away the decades of guilt I’d wired into every cell of my body for making what others told me were “bad choices.”
While weight is likely to forever remain my Achilles heel, I vow to document my culinary adventures, musings, discoveries, and experiments, in hopes that it will inspire you in some way. If you have any comments, questions, or suggestions, please don’t be shy.
Thank you so much for joining me!
XO
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