Not with my weight. With the thermometer.
And no, I'm not trying to conceive (perish the thought -- quite the opposite!!). Instead, I'm sick, so I'm obsessively checking my temperature to see if I have a fever. When I was little, a fever was the gold standard for illness in our house. You feel like crap? Let's see if you have a fever. If you don't have a fever then you're not really sick. It's just allergies. Off to school with you, here's your box of tissues!!
Since that time I've learned that, lo and behold, you can be sick without running a fever. And as an adult, that's how most of my illnesses tend to run. I can feel like I've been run over by a bulldozer, and the thermometer will cheerfully report 98.6, with maybe a 98.7 spike mid-afternoon.
Then again, it might be that my thermometer has issues... because according to it, I've been dead for an hour.
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