When I look in the mirror, I truly love the person who is looking back at me, but I don’t necessarily love what I see.
Weight hasn’t always been an issue for me. As a child and well into my 20s, I could eat or drink practically anything and not worry about gaining a pound because I was pretty active – always on the go and doing something, playing sports and even working out (yes, it’s true!).
It wasn’t until I hit my 30s that I started packing on the pounds. That’s when I started leading a more sedentary life. I got married, bought a home and started a family. I spent my days in an office, sitting at a desk, and my evenings and weekends are spent tending to my husband and kids. I was either too tired or too busy with household chores to be “active.”
Now some of my weight gain is tied to genetics, but I realize that it’s mostly because I, like many other people, tend to overeat. I have a bad habit of using food as a response to life’s daily events. I eat when I’m stressed, tired, sad, bored, but also when I’m happy and being social.