Weekly weigh-in: 237.7
Loss: 2.9 lbs
Total loss: 53.8 lbs.
Emotion: Bloodied but not Beaten
A funny thing happened on the way to the scale this week…
I had upped my workouts this week, doubling them up on four days (and not taking a single day off this week). Then my family went out on Thursday night to a Japanese restaurant and I had a delicious meal made up of what seemed to me to be sensible choices.
When I peeked at the scale Friday night, I saw a crazy, whopping gain and reaffirmed it Saturday afternoon (sodium just wreaks havoc with my weight loss numbers), though I was drinking water like a guy in the desert that just found one of those… what do you call them?... oh yeah, one of those 7-11’s that’s running a special on Big Gulps. I was so convinced I was going to have a gain that I went ahead and wrote a rationale for it for my Sunday morning weigh-in post:
Well, nothing doing on the scale this week, but I’m blaming it on the monthly visit by TOM, that bloody bastard. Oh yeah, he’ll show up once every few weeks with a case of Guiness and want to watch Manchester United soccer on my big-screen. And I hate soccer. I mean, it is suspenseful because you never know if the game is gonna end up being 0-0 or 1-0. I just watch for the riots. And the Guiness.
So…thanks for nothing, scale. And thanks for the Guiness, TOM. You’re a real pal (and say hi to your Aunt Flo for me).
So I had resigned myself to a gain and hopped on the scale this morning without worrying about it. Apparently, all that water weight was flushed out, and the number was back where I expected given how solid the rest of my week was.
I guess it was just my time.