Battling weight sucks. We all know that. I hate to say that it is no easier for my after having this diagnosis. One would think that I would be terrified into eating properly. Sometimes I am and sometimes I could care less about what I feel my body. But that feeling of despair after makes me upset with myself.
I am ALMOST to my pre-cancer weight (loved "pre-pregnancy weight" much better!!) which is still not healthy, and I still want to loose another 40-50 once I get there. But I find it really hard. My habits are slowly improving, and I am doing my best to eat well. It is rough though when some days I just want to nap and then by the time I am awake it is a little late for a healthy supper. I would never want a Nanny. I would want someone to clean my house for me and cook me and my family a healthy meal every night. That would be awesome. Then I could play with my kids and not worry about everything that I still need to try and get done in my days.
Having said all that, I am not giving up. I have worked out 6 days a week since January (minus a few here and there when I was sick) and even if I haven't lost much weight, I feel stronger and better than I have in a long time. The rest will happen when it does. And I just have to be happy with that.