First, the good news. Yesterday, my scale told me that I had indeed lost the 1.2 pounds that I gained last week - coming out even again.
But this morning? It told me I had magically gained 1.8 pounds...overnight. And just to clarify, I didn't eat anything extraordinarily heavy last night. Didn't even have a late night snack. There is absolutely no reason for this ridiculous jump.
Excuse my french, but what. the. fuck???
Apparently, my scale hates Saturday. Which means I'm not going anywhere near it on Saturdays anymore. Instead, I'll weigh in on Friday—I'm sure as hell not plugging today's number into my weight tracker.
So. We'll pretend that the scale did indeed tell me I lost that 1.2 pounds. As it should have, since I tracked my points this week, drank my water, exercised—I even dragged my saggy ass to the gym. Finally.
So, yay for me. I lost this week (play along with me, people). Next week's challenge? To make it to the gym on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday, and work out here at home at least once. Oh...and to not participate in this weekend's Quest for More Food (the in-laws are here).
Wish me luck.
Now it's your turn. 'Fess up, people.