I went walking with my oldest, Bubba, today before his dad came to pick him up for the weekend. Poor little guy started dancing with ants in his pants around 12 noon asking what time it was and what time he’d be picked up. 6:30, Bubs, sorry.
I had a very difficult conversation with Bubba today about his weight and how we could get more healthy together. He is severely overweight, all in his gut – if he were a pregnant woman, he would be at 7 or 8 months. It’s horrible.
I said to Bubba, “You know you’re a little bit chubby, right?” because he had complained about being teased at school earlier. He nodded. “We’re going to work on being more healthy. We’re going to work on mindful eating – we’re going to think about everything that goes in our mouth, not just shovel it in. We’re going to think about why it tastes good, and we’re going to watch our portion sizes, because you want to be a healthy weight, don’t you? And we’re going to work on being more active together. All of these things are going to be lifelong good habits that you’re going to use, okay?”
That is the shittiest conversation to have with your six-year-old, because you don’t want to give him a fucking complex. I have to tell you, this sucked. He’s been calling himself fat – never said by me!!! EVER — since was 4, and I didn’t see him from age 5 to 6, and he’d gained a lot of weight. Poor Bubs.
Later on, Bubba and I went on a walk around the neighborhood. I asked him if he wanted to “walk for a spell”, and I meant it, because during the walk, I spelled out everything I could think of as we passed it.
“Yahya,” he said, “I don’t want to do this. Why are you doing this?”
Because you are really smart, little guy, and no one works with you on that? If you are encouraged and taught tricks about how to learn, you’ll do better than stumbling through?
“Because I see words when I say them spelled out in my head, and I like to do this,” I said.
We “walked for a spell” until the combination triggered my asthma, and then I made us go back home. He wanted to go more around the block, and I told him that if we were going to have “good habits”, we had to do a little bit of something every day, no overdose and get sick of it the second day. Obviously he wanted to be more active as part of improving his physique.
The conversation still makes me sad. There are many reasons why he has this issue – many reasons which I will not go into here. It all makes me sad and overwhelmed sometimes. I love the little guy.
Suffice it to say that he and I together will work to get more healthy because – SURPRISE! – I am the biggest I have ever been in my life. Portion control is something I don’t manage well either, and I have been stress eating for months. If there is one big thing I miss about smoking cigarettes, it was that I could drop weight when stressed, not gain it! I am officially a fatass, and I need to fix that.