Twelve

In theory, twelve pounds certainly doesn't seem like a lot. In fact, my hairless cat Max weighs about ten to twelve pounds and upon picking him up he doesn't seem overtly large. With that said, twelve pounds certainly sounds like a lot of weight to lose (which is exactly how much I would like to eliminate). Given the amount of weight I've lost in the past, twelve pounds seems like a mere drop in the bucket; however, I know how easy it is to justify "it's just twelve pounds" only to watch it jump to fifteen and then on to (gulp) twenty if no efforts are taken to get the situation under control. I have no one to blame but myself-after all no one has forced carbs down my throat or locked me in a closet in order to prevent me from going to the gym. I have reviewed pictures of myself from last summer and frankly I never looked better in my life (hey, I am no supermodel but I have to admit that for me, it's the best I've looked in a long time). So, in an effort to motivate myself to recapture my physique from summer past, I am using those pictures to drag my twelve extra pound ass to the gym. Burn baby burn.