So - why "The Skinny Roll?"
My kids have always loved my fat roll. The big one, the one I hate with a passion, right around my middle. The one that prevents me from wearing anything that ties around the middle or has a belt. The one that makes me want to buy shirts that are too big. That fat roll.
|A picture from last summer of the fat roll |
taken by my 4 year old photographer.
Sometimes I get annoyed when they want to play with the fat roll. They squeeze or pat too hard, or poke it like I'm the Pillsbury dough boy (they are 4 and 2, so they don't realize why that might be funny - or not funny). So the other day my daughter was patting on my fat roll. I didn't feel like being patted, so I jokingly asked her to quit messing with my fat roll. She said "Mommy you don't have a fat roll anymore - now it's a skinny roll!" Ahh, out of the mouths of babes. It made my day. Maybe even my week.
Watching that fat roll get smaller and smaller has been one of the best things in my weight loss journey. And having my daughter rename it changed the way I feel about the part of my body I hated the most.