Today's Weight 181.5 lbs
I woke up this morning to find that I’d gained 2lbs overnight, and I immediately felt massively fat.
I told myself that having only eaten 1300 calories yesterday there was no earthly possibility that I’d gained two pounds of actual lard, and that it was obviously fluid, or scale malfunction, or the Gods playing games with me – but it didn’t make any difference.
Logic flew out of the window.
Psychologically, it felt as if I’d regained every single one of the 50lbs I’ve lost so far – and more! I felt fatter than I’d ever felt in my whole life. I felt as if I’d been invaded by fat, in some insidious dead-of-night blubber coup. It was as if my body had acted as some sort of fat Hoover, and somehow sucked up every fat cell in the universe.
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat.
Now I know I’ve written posts before about how fine I am with the weight fluctuations that go hand in hand with daily weigh-ins. Usually I am. But two pounds! A gal can cope with a half-pound gain, or a pound – or even a pound-and-a-half…but two pounds!!!
Two pounds is two average weeks of weight loss. Two pounds is 7000 calories of effort and denial. Two pounds is a pretty hefty weight, when you come to think about it.
If you had a two pound cyst you’d know about it. [Trust me on this one – I had a one pound ovarian cyst removed a while back and it was the size of a grapefruit. I could even feel it through MY fat midriff.]
Babies have survived with birth-weights of two pounds.
The average adult guinea pig weighs two pounds.
576 average size hummingbirds weigh two pounds.
32 human adult eyeballs weigh two pounds.
Two pounds is a LOT of weight!
There are serious emotional upheavals involved in any serious weight-loss endeavour. When the scales refuse to play ball it can feel like the end of the world. In reality, of course, I’m no fatter today than I was yesterday, but psychologically I feel like a blimp today. The irrationality of that perspective drives me crazy!
What I need to realise is that if it takes 576 hummingbirds to make a two pound weight, it takes 14,400 hummingbirds to make a fifty pound weight – and that’s what I’ve (really) lost so far.
That’s a whole host of hummingbirds.
And the twenty five guinea pigs it would take to make up a fifty pound weight is a lot of guinea pigs. A glut of guinea pigs, enough to feed some South American tribe for a month!
Fifty pounds is the equivalent of 6.25 average adult human heads.
Fifty pounds is the equivalent of 5.5 cremated average sized adult humans.
Fifty pounds is double the amount of weight that the average woman gains in a full term pregnancy.
Fifty pounds is the equivalent of SEVEN average weight human newborn babies.
Fifty pounds is the average weight of dung produced in one day by an adult elephant.
Now that’s a hell of a lot of poop!
It’s amazing to think that I’ve lost the equivalent of seven full term babies! Imagine how knackering it would be to walk around with them strapped about one’s person in baby slings for a day – and yet I used to carry around twice that amount of excess weight. No wonder I never had any energy!
The buoyancy of the human spirit is amazing. Having reminded myself I’ve lost the equivalent of a day’s worth of elephant shit I’m now feeling positively cheerful – not to mention quite svelte and foxy!