I'm 2 stone overweight and it does make me very unhappy. I make zero effort with my appearance, what's the point? You can't polish a turd and I don't have the energy. I just look like a sack of shit all the time.
Yet it's still not enough for me to find the will to count and restrict calories. My kids are 1 and 3 and relentless. I'm still breastfeeding. My youngest usually still wakes once in the night and my eldest is a nightmare to get to bed. They're both up early and 100 miles an hour all day. I'm just so exhausted all the time that I end up picking up quick, unhealthy foods for a burst of energy and also for comfort. When I'm really tired I just think 'fuck it, I'll just be fat' but if someone manages to snap a picture of me or if I go clothes shopping I feel so miserable. I know I'm not OK with being fat really.
If you've struggled in the past but have managed to find the motivation, what was the thing that finally made it click?