A New Low

And in this case, that's good.

I was officially at a new low weight this morning. Three pounds off my goal, but finally off that freaking five-pounds-to-go mark.

And, after some introspection, I also figured out why the funk came and stayed this week. It had much to do with the scale, I think.

Last weekend was good. I ate a bit off program with Mexican and pizza. But the scale Monday morning wasn't awful. And then Tuesday hit. I was up OVER my 10-pounds-to-go mark. Over a number I hadn't been over in months.

But I didn't panic. We've been down this road before and I knew things would adjust Tuesday.

They didn't. I went up another two pounds.

I didn't get on the scale on Wednesday. I was too afraid. I kept eating normally. Exercised. Thursday when I climbed back on I was down a few, but still much too high.

This process messes up your head. I was convinced my clothes were getting tighter. I was sure my body had just quit responding to anything I was doing. I was feeling like it was all pointless.

But there it was this morning. A number on the scale that I haven't seen since high school. Nine pounds lighter than last Monday.

You and I both know that I didn't lose nine pounds in a week, nor did I gain nine to get there. I'm guessing it has something to do with water and salt. I'm also going to guess that I will be up two pounds tomorrow morning ... to that freaking five-pounds-to-go mark.

But I'll feel a lot better about it.