Weighed in this morning at 213.0 – and was not happy about it. Granted, it’s that time of month, so I’m retaining water ‘n’ all that jazz, but still. I didn’t do anything crazy this past week – no binging, little eating out. . . what gives?
Then I moved the scale into the living room and tried again – 214.1. What?! I thought at least the front half of the house was level enough to get an accurate reading. Apparently, I was wrong.
I’m not sure what to do, now. I guess I can switch to moving the scale outside, onto the sidewalk. Or I could bring it to the office and weigh-in there, but it won’t be an equivalent comparison at first – typically I weigh in right when I get up, before eating breakfast. That’d only matter for a few weeks, though.
Anyway, just a “hey, I’m still here, just not feeling the whole writing everything out” note.
Happy trails, everyone.