At the post office this morning, I saw a mother of 3. Oldest kid couldn’t be more than 7 or 8 (he used mailboxes to figure out “how much is 6 times 7” ).
The mom was in great shape. Phenomenal calves with an infant strapped to her chest.
I wondered to myself, ‘how am I 30-35 lbs overweight?’ I mean, I know HOW. But why??
- I didn’t carry and birth either of my two kids
- I wasn’t ever bedridden, handicapped, or paralyzed
- I wasn’t on a medication that caused me to gain weight
- I wasn’t kidnapped by a Food Network host and forced to eat cheesecakes
- Nothing
I got nothing — literally, no solid reason for forcing my pants and belts to suffer these past 3 years.