Anyway, to illustrate that my kids have no idea, I'll share two embarrassing little stories from this past week. We went to the store on Sunday so that I could try on swimsuits for lap swimming. Dan needed new running shoes, so he and the boys stayed in the shoe department, and I took Abby with me while I looked at swimsuits. Of course, I had to hit the dressing room, because swimsuits are not really something you want to eyeball, and Abby had to come with me. I put one suit on, and Abby thought it was fine (boring, but fine). I tried the same exact suit on one size smaller (because hey, I don't want the suit to fall off me if I keep losing weight), and Abby took one look at it, patted my stomach, and said matter-of-factly, "Mommy--this is a chunky swimsuit!" Um, I don't really know what to say to that. It was seriously the exact same suit, just slightly tighter, and I guess accentuating my stomach chunk. Lovely. Just to prove that I put no stock in what my kids tell me, I bought the smaller suit anyway.
|FYI, kids and dressing rooms don't mix!|
Then I was giving Abby a bath last night, and she wanted to see how much she weighed on my scale. She stepped on and weighed 48.0, and she was a little freaked out about that, because the last time she had weighed herself, she weighed 48.8. She asked me if it was good to lose weight, and I told her that for her, as a growing girl, she is supposed to be gaining weight, but that a little loss like that wasn't anything to be concerned about. She was still worried and I wasn't sure she was standing fully on the scale to begin with, so I had her step on again. The number popped up the same. Sometimes my scale regurgitates the same weight if it's close to the previous weight (to discourage weighing yourself a million times in a row--it's always going to be the same, people!), and the only way to erase that previous number is by weighing something else of a completely different weight. So I stepped on to the scale to erase her old number, and my number came back at 144.4--I was wearing all my clothes and weighing in the evening, which I also explained to Abby can have an effect on the number the scale spits out. Abby saw my number and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, Mommy--that number is HUGE!!!" The only thing I could think of to say back was, "You should have seen it a few months ago, sweetie." Ha ha. :)
|6 is too young to stress about weight!|
I'm actually pretty proud of the fact that my kids have no idea I'm losing weight--my emphasis with them has been that Mommy is trying to be more active and healthy, and I know they are aware of that change. They don't flip out when I put my sneakers on anymore--they stand at the door and tell me to have fun at my exercise class! They know it's a big treat when we go get ice cream after dinner now, not just something we do when we're out. Instead of wasting an hour getting dessert, we take hour-long family walks in the evenings when the weather is nice. We talk a lot about being active and eating healthy foods, and that's the message I want them to learn--not that Mommy weighs herself obsessively, or Mommy isn't happy because her clothes don't fit. I'm happy that Abby had never seen me step on the scale before last night--that's not an image I want in her memory. If she grows up thinking I'm not comfortable with my body, what hope can I have that she will feel comfortable with hers? Kids are just kids--it's too early to begin the awareness of weight as an issue, and the self-doubt that comes with that awareness. I just hope that Dan and I are giving them the right tools to fend off that self-doubt when it does come (as it inevitably will)--by emphasizing health over weight and helping them stay active!