So today was supposed to be my weigh in day. The fact that I wrote "supposed to be" is indeed a bad sign. This is me heaving a gigantic sigh. I weighed this morning, and the 2.5 lbs I had as a loss the last few days had vanished. Not only that, but I was actually UP freaking .8 from last week's weigh in. This just is not possible!
I'm allowed to protest. It is my scale. In my house. If I'm going to strip to me skivvies to weigh I insist I maintain the power to protest.
I'm also constipated. Well I was this morning. I won't go into all of that though. In fact, I've probably already gone way too far, but too late to back it up now.
I'm going to weigh again tomorrow morning, and I promise that weight will go on the books, regardless of what it is. Girl Scout's Honor. I'm even holding up two fingers. Or three. I can't remember which it is. But seriously, tomorrow I will be back to post of my loss... or gain. It better not be a gain. Or else.