This past weekend my god daughter was over and for shyts and giggles I asked her to get on the scale, she's pretty solid and evenly proportioned, but girthy nonetheless. She weighs 54 pounds and I hear myself saying to her "OMG you are heavy! I don't think I'll be able to continue picking you up." She smiled sheepishly and walked away.
Today I found myself thinking back to that conversation and saying HOLY CRAP - she is heavy but YOU are carrying around an extra fifty pounds every day. It's no wonder you're tired all the time!
We have all been through the 3 oz of proten is the equivalent of your palm minus your fingers, an ounce of cheese is y our top joint of your thumb, but let's think a woman with man hands vs a woman with very small hands, whose three ounces would a greedymon prefer to consume. Not everyone's hands are built in direct proportion to the rest of them.
Let's face it use your measuring devices until you can comfortably eye ball it, now how much does a pound of feel and or look like?
I remember being in a Jenny Craig 'meeting/consult' whatever they call them these (no disrepect intended JC) and my 'weightloss coach' showing me what a pound of fat looks and feels like. It was pretty gross; the visual was meant to be accurate and perhaps it was. Maybe I needed to carry that visual aid or twenty replicas of them around in my bag every day as a reminder of just what it looks and feels like.
Something to ponder. Maybe I SHOULD pick my god daughter up more often as a reminder of my excess weight thats strategically placed between my neck and my head and my ankles.
With that I guess the healthy serving of grapenut ice cream on a sugar cone that cost me 11 POINTS is dinner. I will go to bead with a five point surplus for the night.
Any thoughts on relativity?
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