I'm not looking forward to tomorrow's weigh in. I sneaked a peek at the scale this afternoon (I know, bad Amanda) and it said 159.
Yes you read that right. One hundred fifty-nine. Now how in the hell did that happen? I have no idea. My daily caloric average is 1246 for the week, the bloatfest in theory should have passed... so... where is my 156?
Hmmm????
We'll see what a night's rest and the morning's efforts bring. But as it stands, I'm ticked. I eat like a hog Easter weekend and show just one pound up even with the bloat, then I'm perfectly behaved from then on and am now up three pounds from my original weight?
I think I hate being forty.
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6 comments:
But....but.... I've lost 6 pounds since you didn't make any cakes last week! You can bake if you wish, but don't get offended when I don't eat the cakes!
Son, you are risking your life. Talk about a woman on the edge here...
*wandering off, contemplating methods of sneak-feeding Choreboy*
Amanda, it's water - it has to be, there's no way you gained 4 pounds this week.
The scale is a lying b*tch - you know you were awesome this week, don't let her take that away from you!
Amen to the scale being a lying bitch. There is no rhyme or reason.
*sigh* It's payback for sneaking a peek... Actually, it's probably just a weird bodily fluctuation. If you stick with what you're doing, it'll be gone (with some extra) by next week's weigh in. :o)
Jenn, Amanda, and Patsy... thank you all so much for commenting. Yep, that scale is a lying liar that lied. And Patsy you're so right -- it's just what I get sneaking a peek like that, LOL! There was better news today, so I'll take it :)
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