When I weighed myself this morning, I wanted jump up and down and scream angrily. I wanted to hang my head in shame. I wanted to cry. Not really. I wasn't happy, however. I don't like it when the scale jumps up on my weigh in day, when, for the last two days, I weighed 1.5 pounds less. I was upset...for a moment.

I didn't gain weight, fall off (or, more aptly, onto) the chuck wagon, sit on my butt and do nothing. I have been consistent. I know the scale is correct in it's reading, but a different force caused the increase in the scale number. And the culprits name? Hydrochlorothiazide. HCTZ. A medication I have been taking for high blood pressure, and I have stopped taking. It's a potassium diuretic. Stop taking a diuretic, what happens? My system retains more water. Hence, water weight. I stopped taking the medication because my blood pressure is dropping a bit too when I stand up, and I get dizzy. Not good. My doctor warned my about this when I had my last checkup. So, I'm stopping the HCTZ. I just hope my body gets used to the change and my weight evens out. It's an obstacle I don't like right now. But at least I know why there was an increase and I know I'm still doing the right things.

To recap: The scale jumped, I wanted to jump, but without jumping to conclusions, I should jump for joy because I'm still doing a good job. And I can do this.