This morning a coworker needed to retrieve a box of maps from storage upstairs (box was on 3rd floor, her office is on ground floor). Wanting to be helpful, I offered to go get it for her. Then I got the response “those boxes weigh 40 pounds!” No big - I said I’d get it anyway. Turns out the 40 pounds didn’t really feel all that heavy to lift, but I did have to hold it a while to wait on the elevator and during the 3-floor ride. (Sidenote: yes, I cheated and went on the elevator… I’m confident in carrying 40 lbs but not stupid enough to chance it on 3 flights of stairs… haha).
Anyway… while I’m holding this box, I thought to myself “Man, I sure would hate to have to carry this around with me all the time”. But the truth is, that a little over a year ago that’s almost exactly what I was doing. About 18 months ago, I was just over 30 pounds heavier. No wonder I was in a crabby mood all the time! :) It felt good to have a reminder of my progress, and to be able to drop those extra pounds I picked up this morning and walk away. Great metaphor to keep me motivated and keep me in a positive mood. I can’t wait until the day I can pick up 50,60,75 lbs to see how far I’ve come!
Tonight: running with a friend who is just getting into running. Can’t wait!