This has been a rough week psychologically.
The scale is moving--UP.
Last week I cried about the cruelness of salt. The problem is, I've done everything I can do to alleviate salt and counteract its evil effects.
I've played with the idea that this is hormonal, but I'm fooling myself. Maybe the end of this week will be hormonal, but last week and this week? Nope.
Last Tuesday, I was down 10 pounds. I even got on the scale AFTER my shower to make sure I wasn't mistaken, and it was down 10.4 pounds.
But ever since then, up up up it went. This morning was up 4.5 pounds since last Tuesday (my official weigh day is Tuesday).
Sunday was HARD. We were traveling. My family wanted fried chicken. I ate. Later, they wanted Dairy Queen, and again, I ate (moderately). When it all came down and I tracked my cals, I didn't go over my allotment. I just had a higher fat ratio than normal.
But---I've been walking, biking, playing Wii with my kids (tennis!). I've been trying to get off my fat bootie as much as I can.
Today, I went to work for a couple of hours. One of my colleagues came to chat, and in the middle of another conversation, she said, "Have you lost weight?"
What? I wanted to say, "No, I've GAINED."
She went on to say, "YOu can see it all across your face. YOU'VE LOST WEIGHT!"