Thursday, March 04, 2010
In the grand scheme of things, 12 pounds really doesn't sound like much at all. I don't have much more than that left to lose to get to my goal, and honestly, at this point, it sometimes almost doesn't seem like enough to worry too much about.
Today, I got outside for a walk in the sunshine and decided to add 12 pounds to a backpack. It felt really light when I first put it on, and I debated whether I should increase it to 16 pounds instead, but decided to err on the side of caution, just to see how it felt. I am happy to report that I really could tell it, and that 12 pounds didn't exactly feel insignifcant by the end of four miles. I might even have a few sore muscles as a reminder tomorrow.
It made me think a little more seriously about visualizing that next 12 pounds that I need to lose. I've lost the equivalent of one of the little hand weights in the past couple of weeks. Somehow that seems more 'real' than a mere 3 pounds on the scale, which, of course, doesn't magically disappear from one area, and therefore, is a little harder to actually notice on the old body.
I've been trying to decide what my goals will be for an upcoming Spark team challenge, which runs Mar. 8 - Apr. 8. I think I might just have to focus on losing the equivalent of my medicine ball during that month.
One thing I am sure of -- I would much rather carry an extra 12 pounds in a backpack than inside my skin!
Well, phooey! I took a pic of the 6 lb. medicine ball and two 3-pound dumbbells that I used to weight my backpack, but I can't get it uploaded.