Mom gets her fat away

There are people who are by nature built out wide. Even very thin they
still look kind of greasy. Kelly Osbourne is, for example, practically
nothing but skin and muscles, and still looks round and spherical.
Then there's me. Recently included my father, my wrist. He said: "A
lean cow is still far from being a deer, but you are merely the thin
type, you should stop eating so much thinking on your knees...."

The problem is that motherhood is not compatible with my character.
Previously I was a wiry person. Daily sports, lots of vegetables and
gallons of water - no problem. Then I became pregnant for the first
time and thought, "Oh, it cools a Magnum beautiful inside The quiet I
later gone again.." I thought that very often the case with the Magnum
and the Pacific. It was not true, however. I noticed only too late. A
question of self-discipline, without a doubt. There are mothers who
take minimal in pregnancy. I have tried to maximality, maybe because I
always found if you do something, you should do it right. The child
grew. I was nursing until the baby was tight as a well-filled water
balloon. The doctor said: "You must not always silent, if he demands
it, he can also wait a minute..". So how can I get fat? The child
began to run, was thin as a stick and still is today. Today it is hard
for me to eat vegetables, because none of the children has developed a
great fondness for it. What they like, is rich in carbohydrates. And I
can rarely make me something light. Even more rarely do I make,
however, nibble on the half-empty plate is not empty. An old habit
from the mush-time. One can say that the evil began when I was
scraping the empty porridge-bowls of the children. I even bought the
extra porridge that tasted best to me personally. A spoon for mommy,
mommy for another spoonful. And one more thing.

As thin as a stick I will not be. But like a tender birch or maybe a
half-grown beech. After extensive research, I realized that the market
for diet-equipment as well stocked as I am. The consensus opinion is:
More exercise, less caloric intake and diet. A no brainer, you think
that sport has little sooner purely also fitted.
"Are you ill?"

On day one I got up early. Then I realized that I did not had time to
quickly make times sports, because I put two kids in school and even
kindergarten and earlier still had to provide them with food. While I
smeared sandwiches, I washed alongside berries, peeling an apple and
yogurt forgot, to do. It was a meager meal, I also have no appetite in
the morning anyway. "Why are you eating that?" Asked the little child,
"Are you ill, how can you get fat?" I took the children in school and
daycare center, had a murder, and starvation stress due date of a
text, I had to give. Then I gathered up all again, she drove to the
friend and / or soccer practice, she brought home, cooked dinner, made
salad, grieved, ate a chocolate pudding, another one, because there
was anyway no matter washed a load of laundry, read the children
before. At 20.30 clock I had still made no sport and was tired and
lazy and instead saw some crap on TV. So it went day, no, honestly,
there were weeks.

I thought me to get professional help. There was this man who had many
powerful muscles and a reputation for dealing with the toughest cases.
"Do not worry," he said tentatively, and put his index finger into my
soft tissue, "we'll get it back." He came to my home, brought with odd
equipment, and promised that he had a "sack full of painful
surprises." Normally I would call the police after such a sentence.
Instead, I gave him 80 euros for his efforts. The first time watching
the children. "Why do you do that?" Asked the young child. "Are you
ill?" - "No," I said, "I want to look like this man" The little child
looked at the mountains of the muscle trainer and cast an anxious
glance at my Angela Merkel called for under arms. The big kid laughed
and muttered something about a fusion generator, which he must build.
I did squats and moaned and seemed to me ridiculous that I have not
even managed alone, my butt in the park to tow, there to shoot a few
rounds.

The coach and I tried it a few weeks together. I ordered delivery from
an Internet Thera bands and a yoga mattress. I started very quickly,
to cheat him. Here's a bread and butter (as I was stressed once
mighty), there a few noodles (there was nothing else, really), in
short, I felt better but was not slim. The coach looked at me sadly
and said: "Strange, otherwise it has always worked." My father said:
". Before you throw your money out the window, give it to prefer the
welfare You stupid child, all you have to do is to give up carbs!"

So I made a withdrawal. I only know about what sugar inflicts in the
human body, but Boy, that's for sure: The nicotine withdrawal 1998,
have found it easier. And I know whereof I speak. At that time I have
smoked strong French cigarettes. Vegetables and protein, I was not
happy, but jittery, nervous and irritable. Admittedly, on the scale,
the result was surprising. Then I had an attack of "What a bummer
being alone with two children is truly awful tough" and ate one ice
pack for comfort. The ice melted, broke my will.
Addicted to sugar

As a result, I developed a kind of fetish for spray ring. I tested how
much sugar was cast in combination with mass-unsaturated fats, the
ideal combination. I was secretly bakers compete against each other,
secretly crowned my favorites, and nibbled a ring or two. It was my
personal vendetta against the Schlankmacherei the world, against the
well-being of an active body. And of course I was embarrassed me
terribly. If the boys were hungry in the afternoon, I got me new
material. The more stressed out I was from my feeding behavior, the
greater became my desire for cheap sugar and fast carbs. I was a
junkie, a confectionery and pastry slave, a spineless worm.

I thought: "There is definitely a mental problem." You know the drill.
Early childhood programming and so, probably I would feel if I had
pitched my knee, put a candy in his mouth for comfort. I asked around
a bit. There was this psychologist, who had already cracked the
neurotic cases. The psychologist said: "No problem, We'll get back
again.." He said something about a disturbed self-image. But how can I
get fat fast? He looked at my bacon, as if the small roles emissaries
of Antichrist himself, he talked about the fact that I would isolate
myself from the nastiness of the world. "Fat has always a meaning," he
shouted, pointing at my heaving flesh. Just as I got rid of the bacon
again, he did not tell me. I started fast, even to cheat him. There, a
small croissant, here are a few cocktails. After a few weeks I felt
better, I was not slim. The psychologist looked at me sadly and said,
"Strange, otherwise it has always worked." My father said: "Have you
already donated money now?"

I am perplexed. A friend has promised me homeopathic pills, to prevent
the sugar-indexed maternal appetite and lack of discipline in the
evening and daytime. She said: "Do not worry, the have helped very
many.." In the meantime, I will transfer one ever heard of money to a
charitable institution. For safety's sake.