My husband didn’t like the fact that I gained weight after pregnancy, he went to a thin mistress, but recently we met.

Psychological maturity Unfortunately, this is a factor that many simply do not pay attention to. A lot of people had a psychologist in school. He gave some tests, invited me to talk about any topic. He never said no, because the kids didn’t go to him. Why are they crazy?



And then childhood flew by quickly, but some internal issues remained unresolved. Then I’ll ask my friends or friends. You can’t talk to your parents either. They have only one thing in their head: academic performance and extracurricular activities. As time passed, it felt like something in your life had passed you by. Some important knowledge, which is not written in textbooks, and friends do not know anything about them. And what to do, how to catch up? How do you become a mentally mature person?

I was not a model before pregnancy. But when she got married, Andrew whispered tender words in his ear and carried them in his arms. The first two years were not bad: we lived, worked, and loved. However, with the arrival of pregnancy, hormones took their toll. I grew by leaps and bounds. Not in height, but in breadth. There was shortness of breath and other “joys” of full people.

By the second month, I had lost the ability to lace my shoes on my own. The belly itself has not yet appeared. But it ran too many centimeters to the place where the waist should have been. That's the result. My husband laughed and tied my shoes. It even seemed nice to me. But then I had to buy a few pairs of Velcro sneakers.



Peels parents were nervous about it. And, as it turned out, for good reason. But there was nothing I could do to myself. When my husband tried not to accelerate too much at the dinner table. But at night, when he slept, he often took out his favorite cupcakes and cakes. And what if I just couldn’t sleep and my jaw was sore?

And finally Timothy was born. A healthy, intelligent boy. A true hero like my grandfather. It’s no wonder how much love and energy he had before he arrived. But the trouble is that my weight after childbirth still did not want to leave. It's about time. And Andrew began to pay attention to this. At first, carefully, then he began to tease me about it more and more painfully.

I'm not a proud girl, I know how to answer. But inside, of course, the cats scraped. I always wanted to be loved and wanted, even after I got better. And now the most tender word my husband could say to me was "bun." Oh, shit. I'd call him a cheburek, how long would I have to listen? I think so.



Peels But Andrew didn't drag out the drama. Just came to me one day and told me we should break up. We became strangers to each other because I got fat. He didn't respond to my arguments. Or rather, rejecting them, as if I was not talking to the father of my child, but to a teenager in the next yard. “Well, you look like that, and I’m still young, I want beautiful. And let’s really look at things, we have only one life.

The divorce happened and I became depressed. Well, at least my parents took Timothy with them, because at that moment I had no desire to even live, let alone be a good mother. But nothing. Mom and Dad covered, so after a while I decided to take up my mind and to spite myself bought a subscription to the gym.

I just lost six months of my life there. I went almost every day, doing exhausting, hard workouts. I paid the coach extra and nothing helped. In fact, I even gained a few extra pounds. Why? I didn't want to be big, I wanted miniature! I even thought to throw everything and break away: again eat buns and scare my own son with his size.



But, scrolling through social networks on another dull evening, I ran into one man who advised the following: if you want to lose weight, you do not need to go to the gym, you need to go to the kitchen. Then he told me what the dishes were. Why you should eat foods with a lot of fiber and stay away from sugar And what is the role of protein in your body, if you are not going to become a “pump”.

I decided to try it, and I started to do it a little bit. During the day I sat with my son, raised him, taught him. We played a lot and in general I tried to spend as much time as possible with the child. And in the evening, either he stayed with me and slept peacefully, or he was taken away by my parents. And at this time I was preparing myself healthy food the next day and doing light exercise. Here we go.

If you think I have a fixed idea in my head, you just can’t understand the full extent of the problem. I tried once again not to go out, because my complexes forbade me to do this. It was embarrassing, unusual. Even in my jacket, I felt naked. And that's in the worst sense. Psychological maturity was not about me.



In the end, the ice broke, and I became just a fat girl, who could not tell what a monster she was in the past. But this was not enough for me, and I switched from physical education to sports. I even started a little blog on the Internet, where I told women as unhappy as I have in the past that everything can be overcome, there would be a desire.

And now I'm sharing my life with you as I do on my page. My son is 4 years old. We are not only family but also best friends. Without him, I can't see my life at all. I saw my ex-husband about six months ago. He didn't even recognize me at first. When I found out, I almost lost my mind. For coffee, gentleman, yes. Then I called once, suggested we get back together. But I didn't care anymore.

I got a man. It's just a brick-free press. But he gets along with Timothy and I really like him. I don't know how it's going to go, but this time my mom and dad are totally supportive. Thank you for helping me through the hardest times I have come across. Without them, I don’t even know what would have happened to me and my son. Depression, excess weight and cockroaches in the head do not lead to anything good.



Now I earn a lot by sharing my lifestyle and advice with others. I train, write nutrition programs, just communicate. I really like it, especially since it brings real benefits. My psychological maturity is now on top. My life is perfect for me and I would never choose any other. I hope my readers will be fine too. You just need to want it and work hard. Success, he doesn't like lazy people!