I Lost Him!

This is a picture of me with my oldest son, who is 13 and my 3rd son, who is 7. My daughter took this picture at the zoo a couple of weeks ago. I thought it was a nice picture of the three of us and couldn’t believe how tall my oldest son has gotten. And then I thought of something else when I was looking at that picture. He had just very proudly told me a few days before that he weighs just over 150 pounds. He thinks it’s great to be gaining weight and getting stronger! (Remember those days?) Then I realized:

I lost him.

I lost 158 pounds in total and that’s about what he weighs. I could no more pick him up and carry him around on my back all day then I could swim across the Atlantic Ocean. I’m not even sure I could pick him up in an emergency situation.

But when I was morbidly obese, I did figuratively carry him around all day long. No wonder I was tired all the time. All that extra weight didn’t just make me look bad, squishy, and unfit. That extra weight was exhausting. Even the simplest activities were hard for me. I remember having to sit down in the mall after just a half an hour of shopping and rest for awhile. Doing work around the house made me tired. Even a relatively simple activities like cleaning the bathroom or dusting wore me out. No wonder I sat down all the time.

Do you ever think about all the progress you’d made in those terms? If you’ve lost 20 pounds then that’s 20 pounds less you have to carry around. Even 10 pounds makes a difference in terms of how you feel.

Do you ever pick up a 5-lb bag of flour and think, I’ve lost five of these? If you’ve lost 25 pounds that’s what you’ve done. Imagine right now how heavy a 5-lb bag of flour is. If you’ve already lost one, two, or ten of those be thankful you don’t have to haul that weight around any longer.

It can be easy to get discouraged with the amount of weight you are losing, or the rate at which the weight is coming off. I challenge you to do this today:

Find things around your house that represent how much weight you’ve lost and pile them up. Take a picture of them, step back, and allow yourself to feel proud. Use that visual representation as an incentive to keep going when the journey feels hard. And if you’ve lost the equivalent of a person, take a picture of yourself with that person, and be proud of that! For comparison, the little guy in my picture weighs about 55 pounds.

How does it make you feel when you compare how much weight you have lost to another person or object? Is it exciting?  Diane

54 thoughts on “I Lost Him!

  1. Karyn says:

    Ok, so I have lost your younger son then! 🙂

    Funny for sure how I used to carry that extra 50 lbs on my frame but now, I can’t carry a 50 lb weight at the gym. No wonder I was so tired all the time too.

    Went through my dresser today and ended up donating all my shorts and pj’s. Guess a summer shopping trip is in the works now.
    .-= Karyn´s last blog ..Part of the anger and hatred… =-.

  2. Siobhan says:

    What a great picture of you and two of your sons. Such handsome young men. Every time I carried my two-year old grandkid up and down the stairs I was reminded of the weight I lost and how much kinder I am to my knees now. Can’t wait to “lose” the 10 year old. 🙂

  3. Susan says:

    First, I love that picture of you and your sons! I really hope I have boys some day 🙂

    This post actually kind of knocked the wind out of me! I “only” lost 30 lbs. For some reason, I always think of my weight loss as small potatoes, and couldn’t think of it in real terms. Until I looked at the 15 lb poodle curled up at my feet. I lost TWO Archies! Holymoly. Thanks for the wake-up call Diane!
    .-= Susan´s last blog ..A Waffle Wednesday Giveaway!! =-.

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