My oldest son. As a baby, he had sandy blonde ringlets and huge blue eyes. He was the most beautiful child. Cherubic. Chubby. Thick, dimpled legs and buddha-like belly. Scrumptious. Edible.
As he grew, his arms and legs stretched, taking with them the dimples within the dimples. But his tummy remained. And on a small little boy, it was precious. But, for a kid going through elementary school and into middle school, it was something to be very self-conscious of. It didn’t matter that he was so gorgeous and sweet. All he focused on was he protruding tummy.
His healthy check up this past April, he was weighed and measured. When the doctor came in, she looked at her chart and gently told my son that he needed to seriously consider losing around 10 pounds. At his height, 159 pounds was too heavy. But, she cautioned him not to go overboard because at 14, he’ll be growing more so he needs to have that little extra weight. For whatever reason.
Well, my son heard her loud and clear. He was going to do something about his weight. Besides, what chick wants a buddha boy, he was probably thinking to himself. He is at that age…ugh, don’t make me even think about my baby and girls.
Over the summer, he began watching every single thing that went into his mouth. To an extreme.
He went from a 32 pant to a 30. Then, finally, a 28. Which, are still a little too big on him.
At the doctor the other day, where he went because of being sick, they weighed him. He hadn’t been to the doctor in months and the last time, he weighed over 150 still.
He weighed 134.
He decided he was going to lose weight. And he did it. He looks amazing. Maybe a little too skinny so I’m watching to make sure he isn’t becoming anorexic.
He proved to everyone that when he puts his mind to something, he can be successful at it.
Now, if only he’d do the same thing with his math homework.
And if only I could have the same willpower as my son.
He surely doesn’t take after me. Except with the math homework.