- a 15-foot canoe
- a 3-year-old child
- an average human leg
- a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier
- five gallons of water
So, did a weigh-in yesterday, and was so ridiculously happy with the results!
I came in at 128.4!!!!
That means I have officially hit the 40-pound mark! 40 pounds! I cannot even believe it.
I lost a 15-foot canoe!
So, this previous weekend of healthy eating, going to the gym, and no drinking really paid off. I rewarded myself with a glass of wine last night.
The craziest thing to me is that when I started this weight-loss journey, I had no idea I even had 40 pounds to lose. I mean, I thought 20 or so and I would be good.
It just shows how your weight can get out of control without even realizing it. It shows that you should always be conscience about your weight and how you treat your body. However, it does not mean that your weight/what you eat should control your life. There needs to be a level of awareness between that extreme and the other: eating whatever you want with zero working out.
After all, your body is a temple, and you only get one that you’re stuck with for life.
This number also puts into perspective how much left I have to lose, which isn’t much. I definitely don’t want to go under that 120 mark.
On another note, after weighing myself, I excitedly asked Matt how much he thought I weighed.
Guess what his response was?
You won’t believe it.
I’ll give you a hint: it made me not want to tell him what the actual number was.
He guessed 105!!!
105!!!! MATT!! You’re crazy!
He responded by saying he’s really bad with numbers. So, I guess I forgive him.
And, let’s face it: I absolutely do not want to weigh 105 pounds. If there’s ever a point where I weigh 105 pounds, I’m going straight to Culvers.
At that point, I need custard and fried cheese curds. Lots of ‘em.