I usually know what to expect before I weigh myself. Whether I gain or lose weight, I also usually know why. This week I’m a bit perplexed. I weighed in at 121.4 pound this morning. That’s up a pound from last week.
Although my Wednesday weigh-ins are the ones I track, I sometimes weigh myself other days as well. My weight is usually highest when I get back from a trip and trends down during the week. Last week, after weighing 120.2 on Wednesday, I dropped to 118.8 on Thursday. I thought that might be a fluke, but then I weighed 118.4 on Friday.
The next time I weighed myself was on Tuesday. I jumped up to 122 pounds. I expected my weight to be up two pounds, or possibly three, Four pounds? Did I really eat that much over the weekend?
Yes, I ate a huge dinner at Buca di Beppa on Saturday. Yes, I wasn’t keeping track of my eating for three days, but still. Four pounds is a lot. (OK, it was actually 3.6. That’s still a lot.)
That weigh-in was the morning after I got home. I sometimes see a big drop the next day, as food I ate on the weekend works its way through my digestive system. I was only down a fraction today, leaving me three pounds heavier than I was last Friday.
While it’s a setback, there’s always a silver lining. It motivated me to have a good workout today. I ran 10 miles on the treadmill. During those 10 miles, I simulated three of the five named hills on the Comrades Marathon course. Can you guess what I’m training for?