For what felt like forever, my body just didn't belong to me. If you’ve been there, you know exactly what I mean. It was that constant, nagging frustration of putting on my pre-pregnancy jeans and not even being able to pull them past my thighs. I was living in a relentless cycle of stress and physical discomfort that I just couldn't escape.
First, I would have a "good" week where I barely ate and worked out every day. Then, almost like clockwork, I would step on the scale and see it hadn't moved a single pound. I would just end up feeling completely defeated. It was exhausting. Mentally, it wore me down. I felt like a failure, and I felt totally hopeless most days. I honestly felt gross and broken.
My confidence hit rock bottom. Every single morning, I would dread getting dressed because I knew I would have to hide under baggy sweaters to cover the "pooch" that refused to leave.