I've been meaning to turn this idea into an essay. In theory, it would tell the story of how making the decision to lose weight and change my life ultimately led me to discover my passion for cooking, and consequently to two of the happiest days of my life. It would be the kind of article readers would find in any given issue of SELF or Women's Health, the ones that tell the story of the girl who had the courage to face the music and defend herself from the villain that was standing in the way of her Happy, be it junk food or a jerk boyfriend.
If you've read my story, you know my villain was the junk food, particularly fast food. You know I decided that enough was enough, that it was time to take control of my body, and in the process, my life. You know I joined a gym and changed my eating habits, even if I didn’t completely know what I was doing at first. You also know I didn’t give up. You know that I took up cooking, and that through this duty-turned-activity-turned-passion, I’ve fallen in love over and over again. (Yes, I possess the ability to fall in love with purple bell peppers, yellow and orange tomatoes, and basil leaves the size of my hand, among other intriguing ingredients.) If you hadn’t read my story, now you know. (But you can still read it by clicking the “About” tab above.)
Whether I enroll in culinary school or go out on a limb and send an audition video to The Next Food Network Star, this blog, and the possibilities that I dream it will bring for me and for you, is my Happy. Don't be afraid to find yours, no matter what it is.
'The Best Thing I Ever Ate' Party - Saturday, Feb. 26th, 2011