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?
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