Pour yourself a mug of Coffee Cocoa and settle down, friends. It’s time for a story!
Once upon a time, there was a 20-year-old girl working as a nutrition department clerk at a grocery store in Scottsdale, Arizona. During the summer before her junior year of college, she spent six hour shifts replenishing the shelves with some of the most random and odd foods she had ever laid eyes on.
Who would ever drink almond milk?, she thought to herself.
Tofu looks terrifying.
Who the hell is Clif and why is his name on so many different types of bars?
Although she ended her summer at the store feeling skeptical of these so-called health foods, she did gain a new appreciation for the fact that there certainly must be more than one right way to eat – and that for some reason there was a ridiculously high demand for something called ground flax.
Flash forward two months, and the girl is spending her fall quarter away from school at her journalism residency (or “JR,” as the cool kids call it). Her job at ABC15 is almost always packed with excitement.
Her mom made her do it. The hairbrush is a microphone…right?
The station keeps her plenty busy, so much so that she looks forward to the small chunk of the day that revolves around her spending time at the assignment desk, answering calls and pretending to follow up on press releases from the public relations professionals who call to make sure she received all the information (oh the irony).
In other words, she looks forward to the moments when she can check her email and browse the websites of some of her favorite magazines. Fitness is something of an obsession for her and she subscribes to every glossy with a healthy and fabulously happy looking female gracing its cover.
One day, while perusing a particular favorite, Self.com, the girl comes across a page called Eat Like Me. Immediately, she thinks that the author is crazy. Why would anyone take pictures of what they eat and post it for everyone to see every day?
But wait. This web page – I think somewhere it said that it’s called a “blog” – is actually entertaining.
The girl doesn’t share her discovery with anyone else, for fear that they will think she is crazy. But she continues to visit Eat Like Me every time she is at the assignment desk, clicking through the archives and realizing how refreshing it is to see that a professional healthy eater eats the same foods she does.
Weeks pass, and the comments section of Eat Like Me begins to populate. It’s like a juicy piece of gossip. She knows she shouldn’t give in to reading but finds herself doing it anyway. That’s when she finds out about Sweat, Eat, Sleep, Repeat. Everyone is talking about how awesome this girl Kath is, so she clicks over to find out whether the rumors are true.
It’s almost Thanksgiving, and the girl can’t get over how organized Kath the blogger is as she prepares to entertain her family. The menu is laid out, the decor is perfection and the food? So many dishes the girl has never tried before, but they all look amazingly delicious.
When Sweat, Eat, Sleep, Repeat became Kath Eats, the girl knew there was no going back.
She had entered into Foodblogland and her daydreams were consumed by oatmeal toppings.
Candle wax is not recommended.
Around Christmas, the girl attempted to start her own food journal on a site called Blogspot. She named it “Eating Bender,” thinking the double meaning was clever. Her nickname was Bender. A bender signifies a spree. Thus, a lifelong healthy eating spree was born.
That blog lasted for three days before lying fallow for three months. Its posts were then deleted.
If you’re looking for a laugh, though, you can check out the remains.
An amazing blogger and commenter extraordinaire named VeggieGirl.
The girl made up her mind. She wanted a blog that VeggieGirl would comment on. (Seriously. This was a major determining factor!)
Thus, this little blog began on March 16, 2008.
Post topic? Baby kiwi. Creativity? Debatable.
By now, you’ve probably figured out that that girl is me. 😉
The rest is history, stored in the archives of what I truly feel is my greatest personal accomplishment as a writer. This blog brought me into a world I could never have expected. Introduced me to people I would have never known. Became a creative outlet for my biggest passion – writing – and a secondary passion that was becoming more and more important – food and cooking.
Through it all, I have grown from a naive college student…
“I’m a junior studying broadcast journalism at Northwestern University. I really started working out when I was a junior in high school, but the healthy eating part is a continuous struggle. Not healthy foods – healthy eating. I have the best of intentions, but most of the time it leads to too much of a good thing. By keeping a visual tab on everything, I hope to fix that – for good.”
…to a slightly jaded, yet ever optimistic “real world” professional.
“My name is Jenn. My nickname is Bender. I’m a 20-something city girl working and writing in Chicago hoping to share tips and advice on how to balance a hectic schedule while maintaining health, wellness and, most importantly, sanity!”
(Whether I have actually maintained that last part is still debatable.)
My blogging style and eating habits have evolved, too. Yet through it all, I continue to have the most amazing readers who take the time to visit me every day. Who never give up on me as a blogger even when I want to give up on myself.
You’re the reason I’m still here, typing these words on this page.
You’re the reason I still plan to be here three years from now.
So thank you for believing in me and supporting my musings, my photography, my recipes and, more generally speaking, my words. It means more than you know.
You’ve helped me remember what it’s like to be carefree when it comes to food. To enjoy every guiltless bite. To savor life’s treats the way I so easily could savor them when I was three years old.
I need to bring the hula girl bathing suit back.
Food is meant to be enjoyed. This blog helps me enjoy it to the fullest.
I am lucky to have you in my life. If I could reach through the screen, I’d give you a huge hug. It is, after all, my favorite way to end every post.