Some, by Marilyn J. Rowland
I recollect one moment that could have been a turning point toward lifelong fitness, but I moved in the wrong direction. My son was about 2, and I ran a couple of miles every day. He screamed and cried when I left the house. Gradually, I just stopped running. I thought many times after that that I should have bought one of those running strollers and just brought him along with me. We could have had time together and I could have kept running.
There is more to it than that, though. I started eating more after we had kids, and I had a hysterectomy when my daughter was about 2 1/2. I remember sitting on the sofa after the surgery, trying to recuperate, feeling my thighs explode. I have always worked,, often doing freelance work in addition. I worked from home for about 17 years to be there for the kids.
A lot of my eating is stress-induced. I work long hours, with multiple deadlines.
Twice I buckled down and lost 30 pounds, but twice I gained it back.
Again, I am attempting to lose weight; this time at least 60 pounds. I am changing my diet (lots of veggies), but have not yet really incorporated movement yet. I have no excuse for avoiding exercise this time, as that 2-year-old deterrent is now a very independent 26-year-old.