After having my last baby, I have struggled to lose weight. Is it fair to still call it baby weight when the baby is five years old?
Being overweight hasn’t bothered me as much as I thought it would. For most of my life, I was really thin. I was pretty close to being anorexic, except that I was not an exercise fanatic. Food and I were not friends. Sometime after having kids, we became best friends. We were like a pair of toxic friends that gets in trouble with the law on a regular basis. Popcorn is my best friend and worst enemy. So many carbs.
I’m not thrilled when people ask me when the baby is due. Some people feel really bad about it. They probably feel worse than I do, which is weird.
I wasn’t even worried about going to my class reunion as a larger version of myself. So far, I still look young and I have my own teeth. No one should have their cake and eat it too. It seems greedy. I love cake – the food, not the band. There is a piece of cake downstairs that I might introduce myself too.