Some things from our past are easier to remember than others. Having issues with food began for me early on around the age of I remember for no apparent reason sneaking a salty snack in my parents basement. I remember the pediatrician constantly commenting at every annual visit that if I could just lose 10 pounds I would be at my ideal weight for my height. I have not seen that number since I was The problem was I thought I was chubby, you know the peer-pressure thing of wanting to look like friends who were twice my height and had fabulously long, lean legs. So began the crazy fad diets at the age of 13, then the continued yo-yo diet cycle. At 18 I simply decided to let myself eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. Of course the comfort I found was in sugar-laden snack foods.
Our steady 7-Eleven diet of donuts and soda had left us feeling pretty terrible, and Easter candy had only added insult to injury. I was close to my heaviest weight of all time: lbs. I had also been sick frequently throughout the year for no apparent reason. I knew something had to change, but I also knew how much I loved sugar. Hint: it was A LOT! My love affair with sweets and treats dated back to childhood, when I used to sneak entire boxes of Little Debbies cakes at a time. It was woven into my happiest memories birthday cake, baking brownies with mom, Capri Suns by the pool and was also a great source of comfort during hard times. Emmanuel looked over at me and dared me to try it with him. Those first three days were incredibly eye-opening.
But do they do more harm than good? In fact, the fitness and wellness site has posted around 50 stories about her since July This is the truth and reality of what us women go through after having a baby. Exhausted, in love I remember taking that pic just so I could remember my beautiful amazing body that just birthed a queen. We all struggle. But we can take control back. Yes I lost my weight, yes I am proud. But I am much more proud of the mother that I am. Then I wait until I get hungry.