The scale is a weird, weird thing.
Remember how I said I'd weighed in on Sunday-- the day after my Day Of Rebellion-- to find that I was up seven pounds from the week before? All the way to 131.5, dear God. Re-gaining more than 10% of what you've lost, in a single week, is just no good.
I snuck a peek this morning. It's not the right day, and it wasn't even the right time-- usually I do this before breakfast, after toilet, first thing in the morning-- and son of a bitch, it was down to 125.5. Which is still a pound up from two weeks ago, but considering that there have been entirely too many binges besides the Day Of Rebellion's pizza, beer, pub grub, and Ben & Jerry's, that's... hell, I'll take it.
Oh hell, it's time for lunch.
I snuck a peek this morning. It's not the right day, and it wasn't even the right time-- usually I do this before breakfast, after toilet, first thing in the morning-- and son of a bitch, it was down to 125.5. Which is still a pound up from two weeks ago, but considering that there have been entirely too many binges besides the Day Of Rebellion's pizza, beer, pub grub, and Ben & Jerry's, that's... hell, I'll take it.
Oh hell, it's time for lunch.
posted by Meg at
1:03 PM
1 Comments:
I have found that what happens is if you have a blow out it doesn't register that week, but the next week even if you've been really good you don't lose it, seems to be a delay!
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