We are unhappy about our weight – plain and simple. I am a pretty active person but even I fall victim to emotional eating and some jaded belief that I can eat what I want. Something happens to our bodies when we hit 30. Things don’t snap back the way they used to, things stay achy longer, and we start to slow down in more ways than one.
I have never struggled with my weight more than I have since I gave birth to my first son. Multiple that by two with my second son born just 3 months ago. The sheer exhaustion (and joy!) that comes with motherhood can make you take advantage of every free moment you have which usually ends up with you eating whatever you want and passing out.
My husband seems to blame his weight on the kids as well (despite the fact that he never actually experienced pregnancy). As far fetch as it may seem, I get it. Parenthood is the exhausting; rewarding, but exhausting.