Give the people what they want. I’ve heard time and time again from you all – “I want the recipe.” “When are you going to make a cookbook?” Well, the wait is over. Just in time for the holidays — I’ve created and am self-publishing my very first cookbook, “Farewell Fatso! Bringing Cooking Back.”
This morning, I actually held the first draft copy – what an AMAZING feeling.
By Friday, I’ll have information on how YOU can pre-order your copy using PayPal. Yes, shipping anywhere in the U.S. will be available.
Books available by Saturday, December 10th. I’m currently working on a few local locations for book signings. Surreal.
Y’all are the reason this is happening. An extra-extra special thanks to my beautiful friend, Katina for inspiring me to actually bring my vision, our vision to life.
More to come soon.
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures...
Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!