It's been eight weeks and three days. Fifty-nine days.
One thousand four hundred sixteen hours.
No, I'm not attempting to re-write Rent. That's how long I've been working on my wellness program, and as of 10:15 AM CT today I've lost 23 pounds. Twenty. Three. Pounds.
2.73 pound per week.
0.39 pounds per day.
When I stop to think about it, that's quite a bit of weight. Here's some perspective:
An 12-18 month old baby will weigh roughly 20 pounds.
A standard car tire weighs 20 pounds.
A standard propane tank weighs 20 pounds.
Or it's 23 of these:
Gross, huh? That's what I thought. On your right is a 16-oz can of tomatoes. On your left is one pound of fat. I have 23 fewer of these hanging out on my body.
I read an idea on a blog I was perusing earlier today. As a way to have a visual of how much they'd lost, the writer put one can per pound in a corner of their kitchen. When they reached their final goal, they donated the food to a local food shelf. I do believe I'm going to try this. It will be a great reminder for me during those times when I feel frustrated to and wonder if I'll keep going. As that stack of cans grows larger, I will be getting smaller!
