So tonight Austin was out of town and I let the boys stay up a little later with me and have a movie night. Actually they were being hideous to each other - hitting, punching, chasing each other around, etc. And I had tried putting them in bed 3 times but finally they just came out anyway (I was too tired to put up a fight anymore - a classic example of bad and inconsistent parenting) and started watching the show, The Biggest Loser with me. I love this show. It's amazing to me that these people can lose over 100 pounds in four months. (I am having trouble losing 10-20 pounds in a year). I love it when they have the weigh-in and show the before picture. These people have done some hard work to get to where they are. And they are toned because they work out so hard in addition to eating healthy. Anyway, the show is almost over so there are only six contestants left and the before pictures are such a contrast to where they are now. I kept commmenting on how great this is that these people have lost so much weight and changed their lives. And Cooper kept telling me, "why don't you go on that show too mom?"
This made me feel really great because he was basically telling me that I look the same as the people who were over 300 pounds and have lost over 100 pounds. I started getting really annoyed with him. Thanks Cooper, I don't feel insecure enough about my weight as it is. Leave it to the kids to help you feel your best. On the other hand, maybe I have been talking too much about weight, getting fat and calories when the kids are around. The other day Will said that he shouldn't eat something because it had 45 calories and he also said that his cousin Emmy would probably get fat if she ate all her chicken nuggets (she is tiny and underweight - nothing could made her fat.)