Twenty Guinea Pigs

Twenty pounds.  It doesn't sound like much.  It doesn't feel like much when I consider how much I have yet to lose and how long it took me to lose that measly twenty pounds.  I started losing weight in October and here it is the middle of April and all I've lost is twenty pounds.  I am tempted to feel bad about myself because it has taken me that long to lose only twenty pounds.  In the beginning I thought that by this time I'd have lost sixty pounds and be pretty much done with my weight loss.  I thought I'd be looking 'hot' and feeling 'hot' and so good about myself.   This is not be where I wanted to be.  I've been fighting my thyroid through all of this.  It is as if my body is holding onto every pound as if it were some kind of pirate treasure.  I've had the dosage of my thyroid medication increased and it is starting to help.  I'm still struggling with things and I have fought hard for every pound I've lost.  This is certainly not how much I wanted to lose by this time so in order to give myself some perspective I did a bit of "research" on things that weigh twenty pounds. 

A barrel of water weighs twenty pounds.

A car tire weighs twenty pounds.

Apparently the memoir of Reverend Stanley Smith weighs twenty pounds (I'll have to "google" him at a later point in time). 

About four chihuahuas weigh twenty pounds.

Two bags of kitty litter weigh twenty pounds.

Twenty guinea pigs weigh about twenty pounds. 

So, I am down about twenty guinea pigs ....  and I suppose that is good.  It beats being up several guinea pigs.

Although I am disappointed that I haven't lost the weight I wanted to by now, I am sure that in a month I'll have lost nearly two chihuahuas, maybe even a bag of kitty litter.  Now that I'm actually starting to see and feel the weight loss it is giving me a lot more motivation ~ and quite frankly, I need that motivation.