I am so tired of my lower belly fat. You know, the pouch that remains after having a c-section. I always catch people staring at my pouch, and I can't help but feel self conscious about it. I wish I could just decide to change my life today, but the truth is that the self motivation I need is nowhere to be found. And I have no one around me willing to help (My husband eats like a pig and doesn't gain an ounce). My clothes doesn't fit, and I can't bring myself to buy new ones becuase something inside me still hopes that tomorrow I will decide to change my life, and take the extra step to begin loosing the weight that is holding me down (no pun intended).
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