Trust me on this one if you haven't found this out for yourself.
Yesterday while lounging by the pool I was complaining about my weight (I'm ridiculous. I know. Weight isn't important. It shouldn't be a focus. Blah, blah, blah).
"I haven't been to the gym once this summer. I'm pretty sure I've gained 5 lbs. I think I have more cellulite than I had before I stopped exercising."
Or course, the answer I was hoping for from my husband was, "what are you talking about? You look great. Fantastic even. You'd never know you've had 5 kids. Don't be silly."
Even if it wasn't true.
What I got was my child pipping in with the truth before my husband had the chance to fib to me.
"Um, mom? I did notice that your legs look a little flabby".
Um, Thank you very little?
See? Lesson learned.
Note to self: If you can't handle the truth, don't ask. Don't fish. Just do something about it.
One of these days, I WILL get back to the gym. In the meantime, I'll be sure to be fully and completely self conscious when I'm in a bathing suit. How's that for the truth?
P.S Don't worry. My daughter assured me today that my legs look less flabby in this bathing suit than the one I was wearing yesterday.
Thanks? I think?
Note to self. THROW out the bathing suit I was wearing yesterday.