My Big Fat Head

About the Book

I wrote My Big Fat Head when I decided to accept the fact that I was a food addict...

...well, maybe not total acceptance, but an acknowledgement. Let’s call it a nod. I knew there was no question I was a sugar addict, and I knew that if the sugar didn’t go, I was going to go (diabetic, crazy, to Weight Watcher’s for the fifth time, pick one), and I wanted to mentally stay onboard, so…

I didn’t think I would ever publish My Big Fat Head, because if I did, I’d be out of the closet and all the world would know my dirty little secret; that when placed in a boxing ring with chocolate chip cookies, I’d get knocked down every time. My one and only problem, or so I thought, was my sweet tooth.

Once I gave up the foods I craved most, I realized that the only thing I was doing by consuming them in the first place was depriving myself of living an honest life. How can that possibly make sense? Because when a person is in the throes of any addiction – - food, alcohol, drugs, obsessive behaviors – - the preoccupation with that one thing is so prevalent that everything else takes a back seat. Not intentionally and not all at once, so that you don’t even notice until it’s too late, your life becomes this narrow hallway that loops back and recycles in on itself, causing an unsettling mental disruption. Think circular treadmill you can’t jump off of. It may not be publicly noticed, but it’s strongly felt by the addict in question.

My Big Fat Head is about more than just about the desire to be thin. It tells the story a life ruled by emotional fear. I thought it was my destiny to be an unhappy, overweight person and so I dismissed my mental, physical, and spiritual health for a bite of a brownie.

Okay, fine.

A pan of brownies.

When I was done writing, I was totally oblivious to the world of editors, agents, and publishers. Overwhelmed with the prospect of writing a book proposal and feeling that what I had to share was time conscious material, I self-published my book at iUniverse.com. And through iUniverse, my book has given folks with a range of addictions - from eating to gambling to drinking to shopping - hope.

And hope, unlike a stomach full of brownies, is something worth sharing.

About the Author

Born and bred in New England, I sport a healthy accent that drops and adds "r's" in true Bostonian fashion (anyone care for some peetzer a.k.a., pizza).Convinced that my calling was a career in nursing, my adolescence was spent working in nursing homes. A year into my nursing degree, I hit one of those forks in the road, the ones that churn and burn and tell you, "Sorry kid, not that way." I switched majors, graduating with a degree in social psychology and working as a psychiatric counselor until the birth of baby number two, where I accepted the very lucrative position of stay at home mom. To clarify, staying at home meant holding down multiple part time jobs as well as writing and publishing my first book, My Big Fat Head. After a five-year stint as a newspaper columnist, occasional PR for businesses and nonprofits, and the jack of many part time jobs, I landed a role as a full time employee in corporate America. A year later, I completed my first novel, Damaged Goods. Though my aspirations have rarely matched my actual path, I've resigned to go along for the ride because at the end of the day, I realize I'm not driving the bus. What I have discovered is that the only time I'm me, the only time I feel defined, is when I'm tapping on my keyboard or scribbling thoughts on sticky notes. When I close my eyes, the "me" I see is a storyteller, so whenever I hit a bumpy road, I tell myself, "Eh, why not? It'll be a good story." To learn more about Jodi, visit her at http://jodiblase.com/jodiblog/