Loose Flesh

So most of you know I've been doubly determined to effect a "total body transformation" ever since Shulamith announced her engagement. Because seriously, the "mother-of-the-bride" look is just not my style. Exercise is not new to me; I work out regularly have for a very long time. But I have significantly switched up my program in preparation for this wedding. P90X EVERY SINGLE DAY, and a walk or run as well when it's not too cold and snowy. Low-fat eating plan ever since Christmas (other than my weekend in Utah). I'm pretty determined.

Tonight when I was changing into my workout clothes, Seth began complaining:

Seth: You're doing P90X again? But that takes FOREVER.

(As a point of information, the P90X workout routines take exactly one hour, all except yoga which takes 90 minutes).

Me: Seth, it only takes an hour, and then we'll go to McDonald's before your play at school.

Seth: But an hour is FOREVER. Most moms (here comes the guilt) spend the evenings cuddling with their children, watching TV. But does my mom do that? No. My mom spends her evenings exercising, exercising, exercising. Every single day. Why? Because she wants to have a beach body by my sister's wedding.

Me: Seth, I spend lots of time with you, but I need to exercise for this one hour.

Seth: Well, just so you know, you'll never have a beach body. In fact, you look exactly the same as you always did. You don't look one bit different.

He then proceeded to come up to me and squeeze the flesh on my forearm and continue on...

Seth: See. Look at all that loose flesh. Nope, you'll never have a beach body.

Lovely, Seth. Just lovely.