I was about to hop into the shower this weekend right after Shredding and Sarah barged into the bathroom.
My kids have a radar that goes off at the precise moment I am about to get into the shower or sit down on the toilet.
She pointed at me and started laughing. (Nothing will make you stop admiring yourself in the mirror faster than your daughter pointing and laughing.)
She then ran up to me, grabbed a handful of my pasty stomach fat and said, "Mommy your tummy is still all squishy. You need to take some more exercise!"
But at least my husband is more supportive than my daughter. Every evening when he gets home from work he will ask me if I did my Shred and which level I completed.
Last night as I was putting my pj's on, I looked at my stomach and pointed at the very bottom of my rib cage and said, "Does this look like the beginning of a six pack to you?"
He chuckled and said, "We have too much fat over our stomach muscles to see a six pack."
Notice how he said "we" and "our?"
No wonder I love that man so much!