So at what point did I lose control of my self esteem and confidence?

Well let’s go back a bit here… I have never been a ‘thin’ girl. I played sports through high school, but was always bigger than the other girls. I had a complex about it, but for the most part didn’t let it bother me a whole lot.

As I got older, I put on the weight slowly. When I met my husband I was probably a 12-14. Like most men, he can eat just about anything he wants…he loses…and I find it.

I did good ‘throughout’ both of my pregnancies, only gained 15-20 pounds with each of them. After we had our second daughter is when most of my weight came on. She’s now almost 4 and I have not lost any of it…have actually gained more.

It’s not that I haven’t tried to lose it…Lord knows I have. I watch what I eat, I am an active person, it’s not like I lay around all day.

I just keep thinking though…there’s got to be more to life than waking up day and night and killing myself trying to lose the weight. Yes I know the risks of having the extra weight, don’t we all? It’s been preached into our heads through magazines, books, video’s, doctor’s etc…

Personally I’m tired of hearing it. Aren’t you?