Lost -- one twelve year old

I have lost 71 pounds. My son wrestled in the 65-70 pound weight level when he was a seventh grader in junior high. That means I have lost one small twelve year old off of my body! If you asked me to pick up that amount right now I don't know if I could do it. My kitty litter comes in thirty pound bags and it is all I can do to pick one up and carry it into the bathroom.

All of this really doesn't mean anything, but it helps me visualize the amount of weight I have taken off. And . . . It means I have taken 284 pounds of pressure off my knees! That is daunting, four pounds of pressure for every pound of weight a person carries. Or . . . 105 pounds of pressure off my feet (70 x 1.5= 105). Once, when I was twenty one, I weighed 102 pounds, so that is one whole person off my feet.

Imagine trying to pick up this amount of weight and carry it around the block, or even just around the house. It would wear me out and that is exactly what it has done for years. I am not getting younger, I am just doing less work hauling me around my life.

Eating food I love makes this life style easier, but fewer aches and pains certainly reinforces it.

It hasn't really made a huge difference in my clothes yet, but it has made some. In grown toenails are no fun, but ingrown clothes? Pretty cool.