“I need to workout!” I hear her tell daddy, followed by “but I’m soooo tired!” and plopping down on the sofa.
“Definitely tomorrow, promise” she says. And daddy just smiles and says “okay then”.
But I know that is not going to happen.
I know for a fact that mami isn’t always happy with how she looks. I've seen her squirming around when trying to button her jeans, only to quickly take them off and look sad.
Even though she has always been fairly active, she gained 50 lbs when I was in her tummy! But don’t blame me - I weighed a mere 5 lbs pounds when I came out and the rest was because of high blood pressure, those “yummy biscuits” she likes and daddy’s Sunday lunches.
It took her a good while to get back to exercising because she was spending all of her time with me (I admit, I was even more demanding before) and I believe was still in a bit of pain.