Young kids have no problem telling someone if they're ugly, smell like a rats behind or if they're plain old fat. The brutal honesty of a child can be insulting yet downright truthful. And if you've ever been fresh out of pregnancy like me or tipped the scale for some other reason, you are bound to have experienced bloated fat cells (not a scientific term) and blubber-fied body parts.
For close to six months I listened to the grueling honesty of the Greedy 4 year-old, pictured right, as he reminded me of my fatness. "Mom, you're fat. Look at your stomach". Never mind that he has a 5 month-old sister that contributed to my state.
But in this same time I worked feverishly, up at 5 am Monday through Friday for cardio and strength training, plus lunchtime walks, and lost 25 pounds to slip into a size 4/6.
Today, all this hard work was finally recognized by the #1 faux-authority in weight loss – the Greedy Kid. "Mom! Your skinny. Look how skinny you are." I have finally received the golden stamp of approval. Ahhh. Now I can breathe.