If you’ve been following my blog for any length of time, you will know what I battle with my weight. Before I fell pregnant, my issue was that I thoughtI was too skinny. Now, and my daughter has already turned six, I’m the fatone. I’m the one who eats huge portions, and cannot get through a morning without having second breakfast, early lunch and another mid-afternoon snack, before demanding an early supper – because I’m so hungry, it feels like I will pass out.
I am still not used to being the fat one. I know cognitively that I am overweight, but instinctively, I keep thinking I am skinny. I have this drive to eat and eat and eat that I did not have before I falling pregnant. And not eating brings with it huge amounts of anxiety that I am just not enjoying.
I am tired of being the…
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