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A fluffy pillow. That is how Hud describes my stomach we settle in to watch whatever screechy episode of animation that's on when I get home from work. Hud is at an age where he is beginning to differentiate between body shapes and has recently began reminding me of my own ample frame.
Dad, you are fatter than other dads was another recent observation. Ouch. Take it easy Huddy Craig, I think to myself, grinning at his little mug through clenched teeth. I know he is wonderfully honest, and he does not really know the stigma of carrying extra weight, but it still stung to hear the words gleefully escape his mouth.
As he gets older, and I get older (pretty much happening at the same time), I more and more instill the value of healthy foods to Hudson, and how balance is key, and indulgence, while acceptable some of the time, is not the norm. He gets it for the most part, and I always equate it to good health, not being fat or skinny.
Hud is also very aware that I am pretty darn comfortable in my body. Extra pounds or not, I have very little shame, and, if you are lucky and are walking by my front window at the opportune time, you may witness me making a peanut butter sandwich in the buff. Chewing and hoping our live-in nanny does not make a surprise early return from her pilates class. Yes, my live-in nanny takes pilates.
While comfortable, I still strive to lose weight, and fight the good fight millions do everyday, tempted by the sugar and bacon flavored society we live in. I so want Hud not to balloon up at puberty the way I did, and will do everything I can to instill the benefits of healthy eating and regular exercise. I will love him the same, heavy or thin, but I want his life to be both long and as ridicule free as possible.
Hud will be tall, he's like hockey stick with hair now. I am hoping he will grow up into a volleyball player's body, who, along with distant swimmers, I think are the perfect combination of height, girth and muscle.
Tasman, who at one year old is 29 lbs, and is simply shaped like a wee little Buddha, may prove a bit more challenging.