Since I was about 18, I have struggled with my body image. I'm never satisfied but try very hard not to verbalize these feelings around the kids. I'm doing enough to screw up their childhoods without realizing it - this, however, is something I can control.
The last few weeks have been extremely hard. I finally stopped Weight Watchers and have started gaining some weight back. It's a cycle that I seem to go through over and over. I am not ready to throw in the towel - I still exercise about 5 days a week, but the holidays are really making it hard to just eat Boca burgers and veggies.
Tonight, I was in my room putting away clean laundry when Ella joined me and pushed me back onto the bed. My shirt came up a bit and exposed my stomach. I slipped up and expressed some honesty by saying, "Oops - Mama is getting big." Without missing a beat, she responded, "Oh no, your shirt is getting smaller." I laughed and corrected her, "I don't think so, Ellie. I'm just too big." Emphatically and loudly she stated, "Mama! Your shirt is getting smaller."
4 comments:
I think that is very wise not to discuss our weight issues with our children. That will be one trait I dont want to pass down to my children. I think I struggle with my weight becuase my mom was obsessed with her weight and still is.
Ella is brillant!
I. LOVE. HER;
I don't have kids and my mom never talked about her weight, but I have already realised that the way I dwell on my weight would be unhealthy if kids heard me...
She is smart. Very smart indeed.
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