About a month or so ago I was watching an info-mercial for Insanity on TV, trying to motivate myself to get off my butt and do my work out. My Ethan was sitting with me, watching it with interest as different people shared their success stories and 'before' and 'after' pictures were being shown.
"Have you lost a hundred pounds yet with Insanity mom?" He innocently asks me.
"Not that much," I say with a smile. "But I did lose fifteen. I think I'm doing pretty good. What do you think, Bud?"
"Yeah," he pauses to think, "but you still have this," he points to that darn bit of fat clinging to my waist for dear life.
That was enough motivation for me to get up and keep up with my work outs. Kids are so brutally honest. So yesterday, as I was bending over to fill up the bathtub for Ethan, my sweatshirt lifted up a bit on my back.
"Mom, your back is getting smaller! You're losing weight," Ethan says to me proudly.
Thanks buddy. That was the best compliment I could have gotten because I know it was honest. Made my entire week!
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