7 pounds
No, not the newest movie by Will Smith. I’m the mother of an eight month old, I don’t get to see movies.
This is the amount of weight I’ve lost since the day before Thanksgiving.
Ok, so seven pounds isn’t THAT much weight compared to the umpteen trillion I have left to go but consider the following:
Some things that weigh seven pounds: a birdbath, a Sockeye salmon, a Yorkshire terrier, the average newborn, a physics textbook, a 12-gauge shotgun, a Goliath frog, a four-man tent, and the tooth of a sperm whale.
So, I’m not carrying around the equivalent of a 12-gauge shotgun on my body anymore. And THAT, my friends, is exciting!!


AWESOME! Congrats!
You’ve lost 24 sticks of butter!!! That’s pretty darn awesome in my book.
Great job!