01 January 2008

Happy New Year?

This a.m. I was folding laundry while the kids watched the Rose Parade preview. A commercial for a meal replacement diet came on. My son said, "You need that."

"Who me?" I replied.

"Yes."

"What? You think I'm fat?"

"Yes. A little. Like this much." He held his thumb and index finger about half an inch apart.

"Hmmm." I said as I finished folding a t-shirt. Then I got ready to go to the gym.

I am NOT fat. Flabby? A bit. But I did loose 30 pounds last year so there's some excess skin (not to mention the stretch marks, which I earned, during both pregnancies).

I also am pretty darn proud of the fact that I maintained my weight over the holidays.

(deep breath) I'm going to cut my boy some slack since he is 6 and he was being honest.

But, sheesh, what a way to start the new year.

3 comments:

Leeanthro said...

The male expectation of the unattainable standards of beauty start at 6? Geesh is right!

I think you look great!

sugar mag said...

you are not fat Missy

Mrs. Chicken said...

The Poo told me I was squishy.

Happy 2008, Skinny Minny!