I noticed something last night.
So. My boyfriend and I are moving tomorrow (not a crucial bit of information, I'm just excited) so everything is kind of chaotic at home. Having to go up and down the stairs with boxes roughly 80 million times a day. Last night I was finishing up the last of my laundry and I was carrying the basket upstairs to hang things and put them away.
As I'm climbing the stairs I realize that I'm use to this feeling. I know this feeling. Out of curiosity, I hopped on the scale with my laundry. I weighed 206.4. When I started this whole thing, I weighed 207. No wonder it felt familiar, I use to do that every day without carrying anything!
I laughed really hard then ran downstairs to tell my boyfriend about it. Later that night he picked me up (A thing he's only started doing in the last month) and when he put me down I said "Now imagine I was holding my laundry basket! That was the old me!" We were both pretty amused =)
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