With the exception of my first year away from home, when I packed on 30+ pounds in less than 6 months, I have always been on the slim side. Sure, my weight fluctuates between 3-7 pounds throughout the year, but apart from feeling like my clothes are too snug and my skin doesn’t fit when I’m at the upper end of my weight spectrum, I always tend to look the same to everyone else.
Which drives all of the women on my mother’s side of the family INSANE.
But over the course of the last few months, as I’ve been wrestling with the very sudden and unexpected loss of my dad while simultaneously trying to juggle my busy life as a mom, wife, and blogger, I’ve seen a drastic change in not only my weight, but also my overall well-being.
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