I confess, for years I silently blamed my daughter Cassie for ruining my figure. 

I know it sounds terrible, but I’ve been stuck with wobbly, pudgy belly fat and disgusting cellulite for 30 years, after I had her. 

And believe me, I’ve tried everything. I spent hours on the treadmill (that only made my knee pain worse), and cut out all my favorite foods. I bought all the popular diets. 

But it was just too much, and with the added stress of it all, I always had the weight bounce right back. 

Between being the best mom I could be, doing chores around the house, pretending I enjoyed exercise, AND working part-time to help pay the bills, this made things even harder.

The intimacy with my hubby was gone too. We never did anything together anymore. And I’d catch him eyeing other women at times.