I have tried really hard not to say bad things about myself around my kids. They don’t need to know I am labeled as fat, or any other less-than-flattering description. They still say things about other people, but they’re kids. When I hear it, I talk to them about how those things can hurt someone’s feelings.
Today, Cameron told me a kid at daycare, who is her age, says I’m fat. Yes, I am. I know that. Everyone who sees me knows it. But it’s not what defines me. And I’m working on it. I won’t let his comment bother me.
It got me thinking though. I don’t want to be known as the fat mom. Anything but the fat mom. So it gave me a bit more motivation to push through today and do well.
I weigh myself almost every day. This morning I was especially excited to see a lower number. It really gave me the extra motivation to stay strong today.
I really think I’ve got this this time. And I’m excited!!
Stay tuned for news of tomorrow’s weigh-in!