I wanted to write a post on the Sanremo Festival, but then I thought that I do not care much, because for me they won the fashion with Emma, \u200b\u200bso I decided to talk about the thing that torments me, the flab.
I'm on a diet for a lifetime, I always envied (in a good way) because the lean had the gift of beautiful body, and instead I am to lose weight I need to do an ass like that.
My problems, leaving the adolescent inferiority complexes, starting in 2000.
The first year of university, suck you eaten at any time of day or night. Things like, pasta, cream, sausage and peppers, pasta or cream and tuna, or pasta with cream and ham .... leggerine things here and there was inevitably the cream.
It was almost Easter, and I needed new pants. I went into a shop and asked for a size 48. I'm ashamed to say it, but in the dressing room because I broke the zipper on my pants was tight and I pulled with all his might. I bought 50.
And from there I went into crisis. That is one thing to bring the 48, after 42 or 48, there is always the initial 4, another is to bring the 50, there is the beginning 5 (twisted thinking).
decided it was time to go on a diet. I like to call it food education. I began to eat well, to eliminate, sweets, fried foods and sausages, to take the bitter coffee (a habit that has stayed with me even now) to drink lots of water and above all I began to run. I was steady, at 6 am I got up and pulled me an hour to run around the public garden. I was happy and satisfied. Lost 20 kg. Yet I saw
fat, I came to bring the 42 (in press) / 44 (comfortable). I confess, there have been days when I had just set, I was afraid of becoming anorexic, even reading the label I drank the water for fear that it was rich in sodium. I remember
In the month of July, I was going to run until 3 pm with 40 degrees in the shade, sheer madness.
Then there were pleasant events of my life led me to eat a little more. We say that the celebration of graduation, immediately after the confirmation, I took a few extra pounds.
The rest is history, I got married in the flesh, but watching the video today, I feel skinny. Then
pregnancy, which I carry almost 37 pounds heavier.
Childbirth. The
postpartum.
postpartum depression, which actually I did not have.
Life with meatballs. The
often feel at home.
dinners with friends.
stress that leads me to eat anything and everything, from sweet to salted in a nanosecond.
This led me to be who I am today. What
then my husband loves me and wants me that way, but I did not. Now I think it's time to take back my line. Yes, because I look in the mirror and from the shoulders down I did not like me. And I see those love handles, which I call handles the horror and I return the adolescent inferiority complexes.
Now I say enough. Just eat
overtime. Just
chocolates.
Just desserts (oh my God I will die ... I love them). Just
tarallucci and pretzels. Just
sausages and capicolli. Just
Ciobar.
Just everything that makes you fat.
Because in the end I love you and love me if I have to prove it.
PS The only drawback is that I can not do physical activity due to lack of time, sigh sigh.
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