Writing a food blog and being a foodie has an abundance of positives. I am able to hone my writing skills talking about a subject that truly interests me. I write about what I love to cook, plus I live in New York City home to the best restaurants anywhere so I always have material to talk about. And, at the end of a long day, nothing really helps me de-stress better than writing an adjective filled review or recipe.
But, as Thanksgiving quickly approaches with Christmas right behind the one big con to this whole being a foodie thing is staring me straight in the face. I’m carrying around some excess weight. And not in that annoying “OMG, I’ve gained a 1/2 pound since college,” this is more like “Oh, wow. I have a “secretary spread” and my butt is moving somewhat involuntarily from the rest of my body.” Yesterday as I hustled said bee-hind around the city I overheard a conversation including the following key words: hormones, holiday stress, stress eating, stress drinking, “my mother-in-law made me eat it” etc. and it made me laugh.
High carb, low carb, no carb, high fat, low-fat, some fat, magic pills, magic liquid, celeb-endorsed this or that, frozen meals, delivered meals, dehydrated and reconstitute meals, I have literally tried everything. Everyone at some time or another has sought out a magic weight loss. Do you know where it has gotten me? 75 pounds heavier than I have ever been before.
But this time I have finally found the “secret” to weight loss. OK, you ready? Here it is. I stopped giving control to everyone else, stopped blaming my problem on everyone and everything else and stopped relying on magic anything. That’s it.
As my 30th birthday quickly approaches, I am finally gaining control in all aspects of my life, not just my weight. I was ashamed for many years to write a food blog, because it just seemed inevitable “Look, the chubby girl’s writing about food”. I can’t carry pictures of me as head cheerleader around to explain this isn’t how I always have looked. But having the mindset that I can do anything, those pictures don’t seem so unattainable anymore. The world is my oyster (gotta end with a food reference!).