The Scale Wins Again
Monday, May 21, 2012
I think my scale has declared war on me. I know it sounds crazy... an inadament object declaring war, but my scale is a little evil. I think it's in cahoots with my body. So yesterday was my official weigh in day and since I've been fighting a plateau, I've been dreading it all week. Not that I don't weigh in everyday anyway (why, yes.. I do like to torture myself, don't you?), but I was hoping for at least a little bit of a drop. As expected, my only loss (if you can call it that) was the tiny bit that I gained last week. So this morning, well if you want to be technical, this afternoon, I weighed again. I always weigh before I've eaten anything, after I've gone to the restroom, in a nightgown. When I weighed in today... I weighed almost 2 pounds less than I did yesterday at almost the same time. So I say again.. my scale has declared war on me.
Yes, I know, maybe I've finally broken through my plateau... don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic about the loss (if only it weren't a day late!), but I'm also very skeptical about accepting it as a breakthrough. I honestly don't want to get my hopes up only to have them crushed next week. I guess the only thing to do is wait and see and follow my regular workout schedule. I'll be crossing 1,000 fitness minutes this month, so I'm pretty excited about that. I've also noticed a huge difference between the days I workout and the days I don't (rare though they are). I love that workout high and all the energy that comes along with it.
Here's photographic evidence of the epic Scale Wars: