It Was Me All Along: A Memoir
Andie Mitchell
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 0770433251
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
A heartbreakingly honest, endearing memoir of incredible weight loss by a young food blogger who battles body image issues and overcomes food addiction to find self-acceptance.
All her life, Andie Mitchell had eaten lustily and mindlessly. Food was her babysitter, her best friend, her confidant, and it provided a refuge from her fractured family. But when she stepped on the scale on her twentieth birthday and it registered a shocking 268 pounds, she knew she had to change the way she thought about food and herself; that her life was at stake.
It Was Me All Along takes Andie from working class Boston to the romantic streets of Rome, from morbidly obese to half her size, from seeking comfort in anything that came cream-filled and two-to-a-pack to finding balance in exquisite (but modest) bowls of handmade pasta. This story is about much more than a woman who loves food and abhors her body. It is about someone who made changes when her situation seemed too far gone and how she discovered balance in an off-kilter world. More than anything, though, it is the story of her finding beauty in acceptance and learning to love all parts of herself.
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That, she passed me the phone. My heart raced, not knowing whether to support her decision and act like a grown-up, or to tell him that I missed him and wanted him home, which was the truth. He asked me to convince Mom to send him money. He told me how much he wanted to come home, how different things would be this time. “But Dad, you never change … you never get better. Mom’s right.” I choked on my own words. “You shouldn’t come home.” And through the spiral telephone cord, I felt his eyes.
Resumed. Mom returned to work and I to school. The first month was a blur. Mom and I went to see Titanic a week after it hit theaters, knowing we’d like it. We’d always admired Leo, and Kate Winslet, well, she was perfection in our minds—a compelling actress, a porcelain doll with that unforgettable face. The two of them sharing the screen together was naturally wonderful. Plus, we’d heard all the buzz about the crazed swarms of moviegoers, the box office record breaking. For the three hours of.
Intense fans. “Gosh, we were insane, weren’t we?” we commiserated. I looked at her, shaking her head at the memory. “I really loved that, Mom.” “Me, too. And, y’know, I get it now. The movie—it just let me cry.” She looked out the window, taken by the thought. She went on, “When Dad died and we went to the theater, I think it was the only time I felt like I could sit in the dark and cry. For three hours, anyway.” I fell silent, searching her face for more. God, I love this woman. I smiled at.
Anticipation as I pulled the winner carefully from its center spot and began peeling back the pleated parchment cup. The first bite gave me a rush. Mom had a way with cake. Each crumb was stitched to the next, a soft and silky webbing between moist bites. I opened my mouth wider to fit more frosting, more cake. It was that familiar combination—the subtly fragrant cake mashing into a smooth paste with ultrasmooth vanilla buttercream—that I loved, that I craved. I plowed through the rest. My.
Both mine. Sour Cream Fudge Cake with simple chocolate buttercream MAKES ONE 9-INCH LAYER CAKE, OR ABOUT 24 CUPCAKES 1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder 1 cup brewed coffee (hot) � cup sour cream 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, room temperature, plus more for the pans 1 cup granulated sugar � cup (packed) light brown sugar 3 large eggs, at room temperature 1½ cups all-purpose flour, plus more for the pans 1 teaspoon baking soda � teaspoon salt Simple.