Thursday Push Statistics:
Starting Weight: 166
Week 1 Weight: 162
Week 2 Weight: 159.75
Week 3 Weight: 158
Week 4 Weight: 156*
Yes, that's an asterisk beside the 156. Yesterday at about 12:40, I got a call on my cell phone. It was from my sons' elementary school.
Words you don't want to hear: "Hi, I'm so-and-so, the nurse at your child's school clinic? Your son has a fever of 101.6..."
Yep, mother-of-the-year that I am, I managed to send the Elder to school sick yesterday. UGH. So needless to say, we're home still today and I didn't get to weigh in on my official scale over at my parents' house this morning.
My home scale today gave me 156, which fits in with my current rate of 2 lbs. per week, so that's what I'm going to use. However, it also gave me 155, 157, and 154, depending on where it was placed on the floor and how I held my mouth at the time I stepped on to it. So all things considered... yep, we're going to take the 156.
Why can't I just weigh in tomorrow? Because tomorrow isn't Thursday, of course. So it doesn't count. Also, tomorrow will be the day after today, and in the land of Amanda's Eating Schedule that doesn't work. I have my soup on Monday through Wednesday for lunch, but on Thursday I get Subway-Happy-Subway, and with the additional salt intake considering my chips and all, I don't think a Friday weight would necessarily be as accurate as I'd like.
I'm hoping I don't cave and weigh myself at my parents' house because if it doesn't reflect the same 156 I've settled on at home I don't know what I'm going to do in terms of my weight tracking. ACK!!!
Except there's a HUGE part of me that's thinking I might cave, because what if that 154 is right???? I was retaining water last week due to "that time" and all, so it wouldn't be completely unreasonable...
This is almost as legitimate as when I rationalize that the dryer must have shrunk my pants because I couldn't have put on this much weight just eating Girl Scout cookies, now could I? Oish.
Anyway, that's the score for today. Home with sick Elder, Gum Zombie's at school for now. We'll see how long he makes it before he too decides that he's desperately ill and manages to coerce his teacher into sending him to the clinic. That Gum Zombie is a wily child, and I have my suspicions that if I hadn't eyeballed him the entire time I was taking his temperature this morning that he might have managed to have a fever himself.
I doubt the clinic workers are as clued-in to his sweet little face. He plays innocent well.
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