I've been putting this post off for a while, so finally here we are.The way I felt due to my weight
My self esteem was directly related to my weight. The higher my weight became, the lower my esteem.
I stopped looking at myself in the mirror.
Ever.
I wore the same baggy, shapeless clothes all of the time.
I rarely went out, I didn't really want to.
The worse I felt, the more I ordered chocolate and ice cream, the bigger I became.
I needed a job, but my weight ruled out virtually all of the opportunities. Which lowered my esteem still further.
My weight adversely effected my relationship with my husband.
I waited every day for my boy to comment on my weight compared to other Mums at the school gate. But that didn't happen.
Then a suggestion was made. One I didn't think could, and would happen...
