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.
About Me
- Misc
- Shampoo-Banana, IL, United States
- I'm a crazy proud mother of an 8-year-old Star Wars obsessed black belt boy and 6-year-old clothing and make-up designer girl. When I'm not teaching high school English or volunteering at my kids' school, I manage our household. If I'm not driving children to and from karate lessons and play dates, I can usually be found logging miles on the gym treadmill, elliptical or stairway to nowhere. Or sitting under a tree reading a book or magazine.
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3 comments:
The male expectation of the unattainable standards of beauty start at 6? Geesh is right!
I think you look great!
you are not fat Missy
The Poo told me I was squishy.
Happy 2008, Skinny Minny!
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