It Was Me All Along
I will admit that I love to read but I also have to admit that I don’t read nearly enough. I don’t belong to a book club, and most of the time Netflix gets the best of me. When I should be cracking open the pages of a new book, I’m usually binge-watching too much Scandal or Friends.
However, 2015 will be different. Only because reading more can help me accomplish two of my 2015 intentions. I want to read one book per month, and I want to post more lifestyle posts. 2 birds, 1 stone!
All of this to say that monthly book reviews have arrived at Bake Your Day. I recently joined Good Reads (why did it take me so long?) and have added several to my “want to read list”. The beauty of this new intention this year is that there really aren’t any rules – except to read. So I plan on filling my list with new cookbooks coming out this year, maybe some new young adult lit (I’m craving more Fault In Our Stars!), and definitely more memoirs.
Memoirs like this one: It Was Me All Along by my friend Andie Mitchell. I first “met” Andie on Instagram. She’s irresistibly likable, in a great way. And then after a few sporadic visits to her blog I realized this girl is one to pay attention to. Her writing draws me in. She paints a vivid picture of whatever she is writing about.
The book opens with her revisiting her twentieth birthday, as she is making herself a birthday cake – her favorite sour cream fudge cake – and ends up eating all but one slice of it. It only took me about five paragraphs of reading to be absolutely hooked on the story.
The book is so honest. And funny. And heartbreaking. And relatable. I identified with SO much of the words on these pages. One of my favorite lines of the whole book was in the introduction. She’s taking about the cake being in the oven…
“The air in my apartment was so saturated with the aroma of chocolate that I lost the ability to focus on anything but that cake…a new hunger appeared, unexpected and urgent, the kind that forced me to stop whatever I was doing and tend to it. It was the kind I couldn’t ignore, the one that wrestled away my power, every hidden weapon of will, and thrust me into the kitchen, where it always seemed I’d run out of milk and self-control.”
See what I mean? She drew me in with the imagery and sheer honesty of “running out of self-control”. Most days, I can lose count of how many times I lose self-control with food, and the fight to retain self-control, so right away I knew that I would be able to relate to this book.
I have never really been overweight, but I have never really had a good relationship with the scale, until the last year or so when, ironically, I stopped weighing myself. I work pretty much daily to control my weight and most days that includes an internal battle between my heart & mind and my stomach. Over the years I have struggled with food, weight, a healthy body image and chronic exercising on various levels and just reading Andie’s story helped remind me that there are so many others out there who struggle with similar things on a daily basis. I think most women (and some men) can relate to clashing with food and Andie tells relatable stories about battling body image, food addition, her journey with weight loss, and finding self acceptance, dashed with humor, wit, energy and love, and reminded me that, when everything else is striped away, no matter the number on the scale, the size of my jeans, or the calories I eat every day, it really is me all along.