So today we moved the treadmill to the living room from the den. Our living room looks horrible from a design standpoint, but I know myself. I am not going to lose weight without exercising. And I won't exercise if it's not convenient. So for now the monstrosity stays.
My kids came in from playing, and were fascinated. Daddy demonstrated it for them, and they each got a chance to get on it. And then we told them it's not a toy. And I explained it's for me, and I hope to lose some weight.
My son is matter-of-fact and told me, "I can't wait to see you skinny, Mommy."
He innocently asked me if it will take me 3 or 4 days. I laughed. "It could take me months, or years, Little Boy. And what happens if I never get skinny?"
"It's ok, Mommy. We'll still love you, even if you stay fat."
Ouch.
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Wouldn't three or four days be nice? If only ...
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