My Lil' Squoosh

I want to be healthy for my son, and show him it can be done.
When I was 110 lbs he said, at the age of 5 yrs old, “Dad said you guys are getting divorced ‘cause your butt goes 'wibble wibble'. " he giggled, while making a sideways hand gesture of sorts. Out of the mouths of babes!
The sweet boy who would gently place his hand on my face and say, "Mom, you're so pretty, I love you!" while looking directly into my eyes.
Who to this day, calls me incessantly needing to know my whereabouts. Heaven forbid if I am late, there will be hell to pay. My Lil’ Squoosh. How I love you more than God had ever intended. You are my life.

My son, who two years ago had to deal with a very rapid weight gain due to medications, How do you tell a 17 yr old, to stop and eat a carrot? Or that their high cholesterol can kill them? How do you make them understand the worry that you feel about their mortality each time they make a bad choice in the foods that they eat?
How do you tell them that even though they want that manly, colossal sized, triple cheese burger with bacon, a salad is better for them?

You tell them nothing...............you show them.

Of course, declaring that you are evolving into a "milf-y cougar" commands their attention a bit....=)