I hummed and hawed a bit about whether to do a weigh-in because I knew that last night's greasy, high-sodium meal and a half was going to lend itself to a large (though assuredly temporary) increase on the scale. Finally, what it came down to was that because I had not planned on not weighing ahead of time, but was merely considering it on impulse due to overeating unhealthy choices, that I should go ahead and keep my records consistent. If I decide not to weigh some week down the road and make that choice ahead of time that would be different, but the thought of me not doing so today was simply a glimmer of my not wanting to be accountable to a moment of weakness.
So, without further ado, the very scary number is 159.8. That is exactly three pounds up from last week so, no, there is no joy in my weigh-in today. However, the one thing that I can take the tiniest bit of solace in is that I was very convinced that I would step up on that scale this morning and see a number that was deeply entrenched in the 160's. So, I do know it could have been a lot worse and I am thanking my lucky stars that I didn't order a dessert all to myself like I had wanted, but instead split one with my husband. At least I showed a sliver of restraint. I am patting myself on the back whenever I can these days.