About Me
So who is Alexandra Weitmann who started this blog?
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You have already understood that I like cooking. But if I am to be a little more personal and draw a brief story about my life so far.
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Or by the way, there is no short story, but I have to take and divide it into different eras. Haha, my life has always gone faster than the wind and I always make sure to have a hundred irons in the fire. Call it ADHD or whatever you want.
But hold on, here it goes.
Alexandra 0 - 20 years:
Even when I was in my mother's womb, I was in a terrible hurry and was born a full six weeks premature. I had a brother, who was then exactly one year and one day older than me. My birthplace was Sweden's second largest city, Gothenburg. Here I spent my understanding years in a neatly decorated townhouse with my mother, father and my brothers (one year older and 18 months younger).
My parents were young and also kept them at a high pace. There was not much time for cooking, but after all, at an early age I was very fond of food.
Some time into the 90's my parents ended up in a difficult financial situation and we were forced to move from our beautiful Gothenburg to a small community an hour north towards Stockholm.
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My brothers were good at football and I too was fast and strong. I found catchy sports and challenges exciting. However, my mother had other plans and carried over her b childhood dream of getting her own horse to me. I was a little fond of these horses and mostly thought I flew out of the saddle and hit myself. But shame on the one who gives up. A few years later, despite tight finances, I was one of the best jumpers in Sweden. I was selected for the national team and became aware of how important it was to keep both myself and the horses in shape. My interest in food and nutrition grew. In school, the favorite subjects were chemistry, physics and biology. I read all the courses I could.
The student I took with a sports scholarship honored my achievements. This despite the fact that I was away for half a week for competitors and at first had a warning about failed grades. Speaking of grades, they looked brilliant as well.
I was known as the school's handsome and was always chosen for Lucia (a Swedish Christmas tradition). The guys ran after me, I ran away from them.
Many friends and almost as much fun I invented. Somehow I was the perfect mix of the caring student, the popular girl and the one who was unlikely to succeed in a sports career, but still made it to the top.
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Surely my life seems to have gone like on rails?
But that was not the case. Behind all this success a cruel self-critical voice and a turbulent home environment. At the age of 16, I had another brother, who a few years later would become three brothers.
Today I love them everywhere and it's like my own children. But then, in the middle of tough school years and 10 hours of work in the stable, I could not see how I could survive without my mother's and father's help in the stable.
Slowly, the power began to leave me and my dreams of traveling, being with friends and living a "normal" youth life took over. Despite this, I bravely struggled with 8-10 hours in the stable every day, work and school. But at the age of 21, I felt that I had performed more than well according to my conditions and decided to put equestrian sports aside.
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After this, I entered a complete identity crisis. Years of destructive work, family conflicts and the eating disorder anorexia came inevitable.
More about this next blog about me.
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