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This morning when I got on the scale my weight was 195.2. I’ve now lost fifty-five pounds. 55. Fünfundfünfzig.

That’s eleven 5-pound sacks of potatoes. It’s five 10-pound sacks with a 5-pounder thrown in for good measure. It’s a seven year-old child.

What is truly amazing about that number is that I carried it around with me all the time. Going to the store and holding eleven 5-pound sacks of potatoes is impressive in itself. Carrying those eleven sacks around all the time, even in a harness to distribute the weight, is tiring even to think about. Since I’ve started losing weight I’ve noticed less knee pain, I have less trouble sleeping, I’ve stopped snoring, and I generally feel better.

Fifty-five pounds. Wow.

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Mark H. Nichols

I am a husband, cellist, code prole, nerd, technologist, and all around good guy living and working in fly-over country. You should follow me on Mastodon.