For years, a part of me resented my daughter for wrecking my waistline.I know that sounds terrible, and I love my daughter more than anything...but the flab around my middle stuck around for
DECADES after she was born.
I tried spending countless hours in the gym. Can I just add here that I HATE the gym?
Instead, I regretfully cut out every food item I LOVED to try and compensate.
I would go for walks, hire personal trainers, do countless aerobic classes, and tried every weight-loss program you can think of...but I failed to lose those extra pounds.
None of the diet plans stuck and I felt like a failure. 😞
I mean I couldn't even control my hectic life...let alone what I put in my mouth!
Did the enormous stress of work, my family, trying to be the perfect wife, and just plain daily life help?
Heck no!
I felt defeated every morning when I looked in that mirror, hoping to see that sexy gym bunny (HA! What a joke). Instead, I just saw... the same old me.