I look pretty good. In clothes, that is.

And as long as I don’t jump up and down, I usually feel good about my body, too.

The other day, I was playing a jumping game with my four-year old.

My husband stopped what he was doing and got a funny look on his face, “What’s that sound?”

I didn’t know whether to burst out laughing or to be mortified. It was my stomach flapping against me, slapping and clapping. Oh, the embarrassment!

Today I was changing and realized I still have a good long way to go. “Sigh.” I said. My husband said, “You look good. You’re not done, but you look good.”

After I laughed, he said, “When the only things that jiggle are your butt and your boobs, you’ll be done.”