When I met my hubby, I was 189pds and now I am somewhere over 250pds. Less than two and a half years passes, and this is what he ends up with. Sometimes I get upset and attempt to make a big deal about all the “shallow” people out there, yet the truth is that the fault on me. If you think about it, this is quite a bait-and-switch.
Yes, of course this was never part of the plan. My husband fell in love with me for who I am, everything that I am. Sure I was no skinny stick, but for my height one-eighty just meant great strength and sexy curves. I had it in all the right places, able to lift anything and climb just about any mountain (with some practice). And now…I have nothing to offer but insecurity.
I started cutting back on exercise when my husband and I first started dating. Jesse (the hubby) wanted to spend every moment of everyday with me. At times I tried to be firm with him, but too often I ended up giving in. Well, a couple years and 60 pounds later, here I am miserable human being.
Having realized that I have a problem, I guess I should come up with a plan on how to get out of it…I don’t have one. I have tried so many diets, so many failed attempts at being active again. I know I can do it. Having been born extremely chubby and staying that way all though life I know all about trying to loose weigh. And a few times over my life span I actually succeeded. I lost over 80 pds before (30 pounds at a time before hitting a temporary plateau). And recently I have been trying all of the same methods that worked so well before and so far nothing has worked. I realize that it is not about a any certain diet or pill, its all about making the commitment and sticking with it.
Okay now. No excuses. NO excuses. Not this time. Now or never baby, now or never!
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