We have image issues already in our household and it comes from the least likely member of the household….Colson. He’s SIX. He’s a BOY. Seriously? Now let me preface this by saying that we are not body conscience around our kids. I do work out a lot and Wes does the treadmill but the talk is mostly around it’s healthy to do. I NEVER say I’m fat or I need to lose weight in front of them and I don’t dally too long in the mirror checking out my rear end. But somewhere along the way Colson has decided he is fat. When I blurted out in a hysterical laugh he said “seriously mama, I can’t even see my toes”.
His solution?
*He’s gonna run 100 laps around the trampoline every day which he did today. Only later I found out that it wasn’t 100 laps but counting to 55 two times. I guess that’s as high as he can go without some help.
*No more junk food! Now he’s said this before but the problem is he doesn’t know what food is considered junk food. So when he makes that statement he has NO IDEA what he is committing to forego. This afternoon he had Calli go through the refrigerator and pull out things he liked to tell him the fat grams, calories, etc. As if he knew what all those figures meant. He settled on carrots with Ranch…not bad. And of course there is the exception to this. He’s going to have coke icees on Friday’s (usually our Wednesday treat) and when he goes to Grandma’s but he’ll only have one there. And he’ll have donuts on Friday (our standard Friday treat). BUT he’s only going to get a dozen donuts (he really means a dozen donut holes and his usual is a dozen donut holes and a chocolate sprinkle….no judging. I don’t let him get the chocolate milk).
Let’s see what tomorrow brings. Who wants to bet he’ll forget?
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