By OLIVIA CARTER
“Move mum! I cant see the TV … your tummy is in the way.”
The anguish in my daughter’s voice was clear – this was not just any TV show I was blocking, it was Peppa Pig!
Later that night as I was putting Susie to bed she asked me why I was so fat. I explained that it was because I have a baby inside my tummy.
She knew that and nothing annoys her more than when I tell her things she already knows. So she held back her frustration and clarified the question.
“NO … Why is your face fat and your arms and legs? Why is all of you so fat?”
After putting on over 20kg with this (and my previous pregnancies) it is a fair question. The truth probably has something to do with the hours spent on the couch and the daily ration of cake and mini mars bars (note they are “mini” so it is OK if I have more than one).
Of course I did not admit this to my 5-year-old daughter who has already had a visit from Healthy Harold and knows that cake and chocolate are “sometimes food”. So I gave her a very rational answer about my body needing to store extra fat so that it can make milk when the baby arrives.
With the baby now one week overdue, there is simply no hiding the fact that I don’t look my best. So my daughter’s questioning didn’t bother me at all. But it does raise an issue that I have struggled with for the last couple of years and imagine will continue to cause me grief as a parent for at least another decade – how to balance the need to teach kids how to maintain a healthy weight without making them too self-conscious or obsessed about their own physical appearance?