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I have for some time been excusing my overweight by just having a little girl. This causes many of the following kind of conversations:
“Oh, you just had a baby, how old is she?”
“6”
“6 months, such a lovely age.”
“No, 6 years, but also, for most of the time, a lovely age.”
This summer, too late for the bikini season though, I finally decided that when my daughter in December turns 7, I cannot use this excuse any more. At the same time something wonderful happened and got me started on my diet; I got 12 for my French grammar exam, and lost my appetite for 2 weeks. I don’t know how it could have had such an effect on me, maybe because I was in deep shock. My sweet French grammar teacher sent me a mail (which I definitely would consider as a love letter if he wasn’t 10 years younger than me and probably gay; this I show to my husband every time he calls me hysterical, bitchie, mad woman) telling the good news, and not even my week in Italy could get me on a wrong track.
I am very optimistic that I will get back to my 50 something kilos, one day. But if it has to be before my daughter’s birthday, I might have to amputate both legs and my left arm.
“Oh, you just had a baby, how old is she?”
“6”
“6 months, such a lovely age.”
“No, 6 years, but also, for most of the time, a lovely age.”
This summer, too late for the bikini season though, I finally decided that when my daughter in December turns 7, I cannot use this excuse any more. At the same time something wonderful happened and got me started on my diet; I got 12 for my French grammar exam, and lost my appetite for 2 weeks. I don’t know how it could have had such an effect on me, maybe because I was in deep shock. My sweet French grammar teacher sent me a mail (which I definitely would consider as a love letter if he wasn’t 10 years younger than me and probably gay; this I show to my husband every time he calls me hysterical, bitchie, mad woman) telling the good news, and not even my week in Italy could get me on a wrong track.
I am very optimistic that I will get back to my 50 something kilos, one day. But if it has to be before my daughter’s birthday, I might have to amputate both legs and my left arm.
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