I feel like a big liar even though I know that's not the case. The scale is back down again today. It seems like literally every single time I start to question whether I will have a loss for the week or not, the number suddenly drops the next day and my mind is largely put at ease.
Compared to yesterday morning I have gone down over a pound and a half. Seriously? I know I said my food intake was low yesterday due to decreased hunger, but it wasn't that bad. Again, I think I am going to have to chalk this one up to the joys of being a woman.
It's weird though. Every time - whether it is due to hormones or not - I mention that I am weighing in over my last official number as the next Saturday approaches (which, by the way, I think I am probably doing as a defensive and preparatory mechanism), I wake up to find that my weight has plummeted while I slept and that the likelihood of a weekly loss is nearly secured.
I'm not complaining. This is just an observation on the oddities of my particular weight loss and healthier lifestyle plan.
Nevertheless, I feel like the boy who cried wolf except that I am actually seeing the wolves in the surrounding forest, but they dart away before anyone else can confirm that they were there. Maybe I'm paranoid. Perhaps I am still not completely used to the normal ebb and flow of my body. It's possible that I just need to get my eyes checked. Whatever the case may be, I will try to remember that no matter what the scale is telling me throughout the week that I just need to remain focused on the task at hand while keeping the knowledge of the circling wolves tucked away in the peripheral of my mind.