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Welcome to the inside of my brain. Here, I share experiences, tips, tricks and fun things I've learned during my weight loss journey. 

  • Gail Ballin

A Daughters Perspective

As you all know from reading Healthy Momma Bee, my mom has done an incredible job losing weight. Throughout the process, she worked really hard, but I think it was much easier for her than it was for me.

When my mom first started losing her weight I was so proud of her. I could see how hard she was working to lose the weight. She was eating smaller portions and going to the gym all of the time. She would want to exercise with me about three times a week and when I didn't want to, she would say "Really? You're gonna let you're old, fat Momma beat you?" Of course, that really got me off the couch and into the gym with her.

Things were going really well between us until she lost enough weight to be just about a few sizes larger than me. Her clothes were too big for her and she started asking me if she could borrow some of my clothes. She could fit into my leggings and some of my shirts.

I'm going to be honest here, it bothered me. It really bothered me.

As she got smaller, I felt like I was growing larger because my mom could fit into my clothing. I

knew it wasn't true, but it kept on haunting me. I've had confidence issues for as long as I could remember and having my mom lose the weight and fit in my clothes pushed the issues further.

Every time she asked me if she looked any skinnier or if she looked good, I would put a smile on my face and tell her that she did, because she always did, but there was a part of me that was really bothered by the whole process. Unfortunately, I never told her.

Once she fit into a size 12 jeans I got really upset, because it was only one size bigger than I was at the time. I became very nervous about her becoming smaller than me, and I don't know why. She must have known that something was wrong because she was asking me if I was okay for months. Up until that time, I told her I was okay and that nothing was bothering me. The thing you should know about my mom is that she's very perceptive and she knows me very well. She knew I wasn't okay, but she gave me space. Knowing that eventually I would talk to her.

By the time she fit into a size 12, I was ready to talk. I opened up and started to talk to her about how I felt about her weight loss. I told her that I was so proud of her and everything that she had accomplished. Momma B told me all the good things about losing weight and that she was so upset when she was heavy. After she told me about why she wanted to lose the weight and I understood her motivation, her words inspired me to start to also lose a couple of pounds.

I'm proud to say that I dropped from a size 10 to an 8 because of my moms help.

A couple weeks ago my mom and I went to the mall to buy some new clothes. That's one of our favorite things to do together these days. We gathered a whole bunch of clothes and brought them into the fitting room where we tried them on. It was so much fun and to be completely honest, we looked really good!

As we were trying on the clothes we both looked in the mirror and I realized something that I never

wanted to believe before... that we looked so much like sisters!

My mom will always be my inspiration and until the day I die and I will always be proud of her.

She is my teammate, workout partner, and overall best friend.

I hope that my mom can inspire you as much as she inspired me.

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