When I look back to when I had my first son, I was unhappy. I couldn't understand why the weight wasn't just falling off.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I always had a weight issue since I was a young kid.
The whole thing of weight, I guess it's because there is a wider fascination we all have with weight.
I think that people's weight fluctuates. It happens. It happens to everybody.
I was an overweight kid, and my father struggled with his weight, too. We would go for a ride on his motorcycle on Sunday morning to get doughnuts, to make pizza together, or go get ice cream. I quickly learned that food equalled love and attention.
I wish my parents hadn't made me feel that how I looked was linked to how much they loved me. But I do also see how hard it must be to see your child pile on the pounds and trust they'll find their own way back to a healthy weight.
Since having the babies, I realize that 90 percent of losing weight is my diet.
I was heavy as a kid. I mean, I kind of got it together for a while there in my 20s and early 30s.
I was 17 pounds when I was born. My mother couldn't walk for three weeks.
Putting on weight is easy all the way through. But after the first couple of weeks, the novelty wears off very quickly, and your body is groaning and starting to really shout at you, saying, 'Why? Why? Why? Why are you doing this?'
Because I was the only child, I was completely indulged. My father thought I was the best looking boy. And even though I was at 100 kgs., he dismissed it as puppy fat. He thought that the sun came out of my head. If I got five out of ten marks, he thought I was half there and had only half way more to go.