Five years ago, I had a wonderful baby girl. Five years later I still look the same as I did the week before I went into the hospital.
The baby weight wasn’t too bad. Twenty. That’s all, it would have been easy to lose and I should have gotten on it as soon as possible, but there was the surgery to recover from ( c-section) and the newborn. Then came the additions from the depo-shot.
If that weren’t enough, due to other medication, more packed on. Add to that the irresponsibility of eating what’s convenient instead of what was healthy. Bad idea!
Here I sit later, feeling downright foul about my appearance and making some kind of resolution to make an effort to get things back on track. There are cute clothes out there I want to wear. Shorter haircuts that I want to have! Of course the ever-elusive swimsuit season that will someday be mine.
Fat, I’m tired of you hanging around making me look bad all the time. You need to take your self and go to someone who needs you. Me? I know I’ll be better off without you.