I think my scale is broken.
Or, perhaps, the universe is finding great amusement in lending credence to my claim that I tend to figure in on the low side come weigh day.
Most likely I have been working my way through some sodium bloat and water retention.
Whatever the case may be, I know that every single day throughout this week I have consistently seen higher numbers on the scale than I did last Saturday. And yesterday, for Tammy’s Summer Challenge, I weighed in at 149.8. I even took the battery out of the blasted machine and put it back in again before trying to step on it for a fourth time when I saw those digits pop up because I was so frustrated. I felt like I was really making the effort, but not reaping any of the rewards. I was positive that this week would finally end my losing streak. In fact, I have to admit that I was so sure of that likelihood that I actually had the thought of throwing in the towel for the day and binging so that I could justify a gain! I didn't do it though and I am so glad...
I weighed in this morning at 146.6. That’s a two pound loss from last week! What?! Okay, maybe that’s not so weird. But it does suggest more than a three pound drop from yesterday! Obviously there were some serious fluctuations in my sodium, hormone, or weird chemical levels going on to account for that. But, talk about waiting – or is that weighting – until the last minute to see results!