I have this thing when I try to lose weight where I visualize one pound as a box of butter. Yes, you know, 4 sticks of butter. Because when you realize you lost one pound it's... well, it's depressing because there are just so many more to go. The number one seems so very small. But when you picture an actual box of butter? Seems like an accomplishment. And we all know that without a feeling of accomplishment you will never lose another pound.
So you ask... where is this going?
Well, about two days into my weight loss odyssey I had lost one lonely pound. I didn't mention it to anyone because let's face it - it's ONE pound. But that night Jeff reached over and felt my ass. Yes, really. We do have 4 children you know.
Anyway, he actually said to me, "Your butt feels smaller." At which point I laughed until I cried into my pillow.
Then managed to choke out around the pillowcase, "I've lost one pound. I seriously doubt my ass is any smaller."
To which he replied, "But seriously, it does feel smaller."
So now we know, that one pound? Was basically a box of butter slapped onto my ass.