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.
"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.