Learning to Cook = LBS

I've done something terribly wrong. I am such an idiot! Breaking the barriers of the domesticdom is going to be even more difficult than I thought. I've learned that learning to cook while attempting to lose weight is about as smart as starting a diet the day before you leave to Italy. I'm aiming to lose some lbs before the BIG DAY in September and it is proving difficult. Piles of new recipes cut from magazines and downloaded online cover a corner of my kitchen. It is an impressive sight for anyone who knows me, considering I've lived on cereal, granola bars, and take-out the last few years. A Betty Crocker cookbook on my counter consistently provokes laughter from visiting friends and family.

"Are you using that cookbook as a kitchen prop, Brandi?" my brother chuckled. Immediately a friend chimes in, "No, it's for one of your art projects, right? You're going to cut out the pages and make a cute collage for the kitchen, right?!" Smiling sweetly as possible, I responded, "Actually, it's a weapon. I use it to slap people upside the head with when they make funny or weird comments about me, or sometimes for no reason at all."

Despite the hilarious comments and constant kickback from loved ones, I need to learn to cook, and do so healthily. I need to give my old Betty Crocker a purpose, besides bruising heads and bashing egos.