You look in the mirror, and don’t really recognize yourself anymore. You’re disappointed and wonder how the hell your body got here. Why do I have all of this fat and cellulite, how did I let myself get this way? I used to look good when I was younger, why didn’t I try harder when I was pregnant, and why didn’t anyone tell me if I ate too much, I’d end up looking like this?

As we look back, there are so many questions, so many people and things to blame, and so much regret. While hindsight is 20/20 and we can look back and recognize what we could have changed to not be in this situation we’re in right now, we have either choose to use that as a way to continue to complain about the past, or a way to use it as a lesson, and move forward. I chose the latter, and while it wasn’t easy to make changes, I did it. It was hard, I had to find a team to support me, and I had to make a lot of adjustments to help me find success.

My husband sure wasn’t a support, my family was fat and also not able to even fathom these changes, so they were out (including my own mother, who I thought would want to do this with me) - who can I lean on while I modify everything in my mindset and emotional availability to myself to make this huge change? That was what I had to figure out, and it wasn’t easy doing it on my own with a toddler and a baby.

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