I had a pretty good week. Not stellar but pretty good. I held steady on Friday and Saturday with my edict of only one sweet treat for the week. I was doing great! But then came Sunday. I indulged at a family event and then that evening I was stressed and ate another sweet treat. So I totally messed up on Sunday!
Luckily my weight only went up one pound! So the damage was minimal! I worked all week long staying on target and worked to get that pound off. By Wednesday it was starting to drop! I was hopeful for a loss!
Thursday morning I weighed in and it was looking promising! A maintain/small loss! But I had one more day...I was going to do it!! I knew I could!
Now let me stop and say that I weigh every morning religiously. I strip my clothes...turn on the shower water to let it get warm....step on the scales...get in the shower! It’s a routine. So occasionally when I shower in the evening I just follow that habit without thought. (Although I don’t like to weigh more than once a day...once is enough.). Last night was one of those days where I just stepped on without thinking. I was so excited! The scales showed me down 1.5 pounds! Yes! 1.5 pounds down! I was so excited!
So I stepped on those scales with confidence this morning! I was going to slay those scales! I was the ruler! I was........
I officially lost a half of a pound (technically 0.4). Where did that pound go? Last night it was 1.4! Ohhhh those scales are so fickle!!!!
So even though I apparently ‘gained’ a pound overnight....(yes I know it is normal fluctuations throughout the day and that’s why I don’t weigh more than once a day usually) I still lost! It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to lose...but a loss is a loss!!!!!!!
