It's not even who ACTUALLY (down there, under all those layers of fat) AM!
Sorry if this sounds weird but this is the realisation that brought me here (again). I really, honestly just realised that I am at the point in my life when I am happy with everything. EXCEPT, my weight.
I have four wonderful children (I gave birth to my second set of twins since the last time I was here).I have a loving, caring (and skiny, arghhh) husband.I love my job and I got to the point when I'm actually quite good at what I'm doing. I work from home while taking care of all my children.
I am a dedicated mother, I love my children to bits and I really enjoy coming up with new ideas and activites, taking them for long walks, reading books together, all this really makes me happy.
I have all these blessings in my life, and I should be smart enough to deal with my obesity too. I have degree in molecular biology. I speak four languages. I do have will power so why, on earth, am I still FAT?
And yet, I can not control the way I eat, and therefor the way I look! This just doesn't add up: I'm a grown up women, a mother of four on the top of that, so I should finally be able to deal with the root of all the eating issues I have had. I know the bad eating habbits go all the way back to my childhood but I sure as h*ll should be able to overcome that already!!!
I tried to lose weight many, many, many times. But this is the first time I got really angry with myself. I look at myself and I don't even FEEL fat. Then I see pictures of me and I'm like WHOA, who's that fat lady holding hands with my children?
So...yes, I'm here AGAIN. And this time, for real. I'm going to lose this weight. I-have-had-enough!