Yesterday I was going to post an entry, but I was just so exhausted that I simply gave up, took some Benedryl (I've been having trouble sleeping lately), and went to bed early. A full night's sleep helped me get through the day with a bit more gusto, but I still don't feel quite at my best.
Adding to that is the angst of the scale this week. Perhaps that's part of why I was reluctant to write the last couple evenings. On the positive, I had a nice dinner with my husband on Wednesday night. Apparently too nice. Okay, here's the food down low: rice, beef, cucumber, two eggrolls, and a shared piece of cake. Not too good, but not exactly horrible either. Or so I thought. Until I got on the scale the next morning at it showed a two pound gain. My foggy morning brain, "No. That can't be right. I'll try again." Two pounds.
My thoughts, "Maybe water weight? Maybe it'll pass through in a day or two? Two pounds! That can't be--for one dinner??!!" Unfortunately for me, that two pounds seems to be sticking around since I carried it into today as well. Odd that eating that one meal should affect me so much--I didn't feel that I did that badly and it was little to what I've had in previous weeks' bonus points meals (pizza, burgers, etc.) and still lost weight. I know it's about time for a small gain as this has happened in previous WW attempts as well, but it's hard to accept. But it feels unfair too. Ah well, it's probably a waste of time to agonize about a small gain to my waist. But phooey.