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Grandma's Pregnant

My four-year-old grandson has become my new personal trainer. He is my biggest motivator and inspiration when it comes to my efforts to get rid of my middle age spread.

For the past several days he has come up to me, leaned his head on my stomach and asked, "Grandma, do you have a baby in your belly?" Now, you and I both know no adult would have the nerve to say that--but my grandson's inquiring mind wants to know based on the evidence he thinks he sees.

No, he has no concept of what it means to fight the battle of the bulge. He only equates pudge with pregnancy so I guess that means I must go ahead and give birth---and try to do it in less than nine months!

In the meantime, please enjoy this video I created a few years ago after I wrote my first book: Whatever! A Baby Boomer's Journey Into Middle Age.


Val said…
Those things under ones arms are actually hammocks getting ready for the flab-baby to arrive!

Btw, I did a post about age a few days ago you might like!
Mitch said…
That's so wrong and so funny at the same time. But I guess anywhere one gets motivation for working out isn't a bad thing in the end.
Beverly said…

The one thing I don't have is the flabby arms. I lift weights, which keeps my arms in check pretty much.

I just stopped by your blog. Thanks for stopping by mine.
Beverly said…
It would be different if he only said it one time, but he keep asking as if he never asked before so I'm like, "I need to do something about this to shut him up!"
Yeah, well someone stole my skin and gave me an old lady's! Help! LOL

Great blog!

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