Inspired: The Start of Something New

I love books. I love to read. Anyone who truly knows me knows that. I used to carry around a book all of the time when I was in high school. The thicker the better. A book wasn't worth reading unless is was super thick with tiny print. In fact, I remember quite a few of my friends giving me a hard time about reading such large books for "fun". Study hall was my favorite class: I got to read uninterrupted for almost an hour. It was heaven. Well, it actually would have been better if I would have been home, listening to music, and been all snuggled up in bed with a dog keeping my legs warm.... but it was uninterrupted reading time and that was always a good thing.

I remember loving to read. Some of my first memories are of being able to read before anyone else my age could. I was the only one in my kindergarten class that could read a book. I used to love going to the library and checking out books, the smell of the library was a comfort to me. I also remember going to the Book-Mobile every Monday night. For those of you that don't know what that is, it is basically a traveling library. It was this huge camper/van type vehicle that had shelves jam packed full of books. I loved it. When the weather was nice we could ride our bikes or walk to it. I got really into chapter books and books in a series. I always fell in love with characters and never wanted the stories to end. I'm like that to this day. I am disappointed when a good book or series ends. I have this fear of dread that I will never pick up another book that will make me feel the way the last one did. This is why I have re-read many books and many different series of books.

I've gone off on a bit of a ramble there. What I am getting at is that when you love to read, you are always looking for book recommendations from people. I have friends that have told me about the best books I have ever laid my eyes on and for that I'm incredibly thankful! I am a fan of memoirs and recently a friend of mine recommended I read "It Was Me All Along" by Andie Mitchell.

It is a memoir of a young woman who struggled with her weight her entire life and ended up losing over 130 pounds in her twenties. You can see why this book called to me. I mean, she was even born in 1985 like me. She's my age! I broke down and finally bought it on audio book through Audible. I have been very in to audio books at the moment because they are easier when you have a baby.

Now, I am only up to Chapter 4 since I just got this the other day, but listening to this woman talk about her life and her relationship with food makes me want to cry. Not cry because it's sad (well, it kind of is) but cry because I feel like I could have written the exact words myself.  Like she dug deep into my brain and my heart and knew exactly how to put it into words. It's almost frightening. However, I am sure a lot of women could relate. Now, I did not have the same childhood and past like she did, but I have the same issues with food as she did. I am so looking forward to hearing about the change in her life and what finally snapped.

This book spurred an interest for me. I decided I want to go through and write about my childhood, my memories, my issues with body image and food, what is was like to grow up like I did. I feel that maybe someone out there can relate and possibly learn something from my experiences and maybe figure something out about themselves.

So, if you're not interested in this journey then you won't be reading my blog for awhile. I am going to try and be honest but there might be some things I do not share. There are some things only people close to me need to know.

It begins......