Yesterday, I had to run to Lowe's to get some sand. I ended up buying three packages at 50 lbs each. I had a hard time getting them into my cart and wanted to ask for assistance, but I got them in the cart by myself. Then, I went to put them in my truck and had an even harder time getting them out of the cart and into the truck. I mean I had a REALLY hard time; they were so freaking heavy! After struggling for 5 minutes, I was on my way to Target. The entire drive I was noticing how the back of my truck seemed weighed down by the three bags of sand. Then, I started dreading having to carry the darn sand to the second floor of my house!
As I pull into Target, I realized that the three bags of sand weighed 150 lbs; the amount of weight I have lost. I sat in the Target parking lot sobbing. I thought of all of the struggling I had getting three separate bags of sand to the truck and realized that I used to carry around the equivalent of all three bags of sand AT THE SAME TIME! It was really painful to think of what I put my body through and how I allowed myself to get that big.
I think that the next time I decide that I can eat a whole pie in one sitting or go on a week long not-so-healthy eating cycle, I will have to run out to Lowe's or the gym or somewhere and pick up 150 lbs to give myself a reality check about where I came from and the place I can never get back to again.






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