'The Unbearable Heaviness of Being'

Feeling down about your waistline as we approach the season of eating?

Well, Heather Bragg, editor and publisher of Lowcountry Child, recently wrote on her "Unbearable Heaviness of Being" and has some thoughts you might enjoy -- even if your being isn't so unbearably heavy:

Like a majority of hefty Americans, I work too much, eat too much and move too little. It began before my son was born, when I quit my full-time job to start a graphic design/marketing business, which isn't exactly an active occupation. At the same time, I bought a house and got married. Suddenly, my hourlong workouts three or four times a week were non-existent. I found myself behind a computer screen and eating whatever was around. (I should own stock in Fiesta Fresh and Starbucks).

Just as I was settling into a routine with work, I got pregnant. I had to work even more to help prepare for the impending medical bills and baby expenses. When I was eight months pregnant, I was working 14 hours a day — sometimes until the wee hours of the morning; my husband begged me to take it easy.

Then, I had the baby. I took two weeks for maternity before I started back into a grueling work schedule, this time balancing breast feeding and dirty diapers. As my son grew (he's now 16 months), life got a little easier. I tried using the elliptical machine only to be interrupted by baby crying, phone ringing or an enormous workload looming. I tried workout videos from "The Biggest Loser" only to have my exercise routines interrupted by every random illness in Beaufort County — bronchitis, strep throat, stomach flu.

I threw my arms in the air.

I waved the white flag.

I gave up.

Take a read of her entire column over here.

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