Something that stresses you out.
What stresses me out is food.
I love food.
I love to eat.
I love bread, potatoes and cheese.
I wish that this admission would make me feel bad and repent, but it actually makes me hungry.
I have gained 50 pounds since getting married 15 years ago, shocking isn’t it? Of course I have also lost 70+ pounds.
My husband still tells me I am the most beautiful woman he’s every known.
When I complain about my fat ass, he says how unimportant it is. He tells me he never thinks the things I think about the width of my butt or my jiggley belly.
He is a sweetie, but I still stress about it all. I want to feel better and be healthier for him and my daughter. I just need to figure out how to do it...