I told myself, “This is just what happens after 50.”
But deep down, I felt frustrated and… honestly… sad.
I started avoiding mirrors. Shopping for clothes became miserable—nothing fit right, no matter how much I sucked in my stomach.
Some days, I would try on five different outfits, then sit on my bed and cry because everything felt tight.
And the worst part? My energy was so low, I stopped doing the little things I loved—family walks, game nights, even weekend beach trips. I was too tired to enjoy any of it.