Someone Behind Me on the Scale

Well, it was bound to happen.

I had one of those most unpleasant moments, finally, stepping on the scale and finding my weight had gone up SIX POUNDS from the day before.

I was convinced a dog had a paw on the scale, but they were both in bed.

I cleared it out and stepped on again. Five pounds more this time, which isn’t six, but which is five, and that’s shocking.

My pattern has been pretty steady. I hit a weight, I hover around it with about a pound of variation for a couple of days, and then I finally rest at it for two to six days, then go down again. I haven’t had a wild swing like this one, however, since the battery went haywire.

A few things are at play, and I’m not worried:

• Two days ago, for my birthday, I ate four or five bites of cake. I didn’t order it, but the (stupid) waiter brought it. I’d been thinking of ordering it and had decided not to, but my resolve was down when it showed up.
• I also at some higher-fat meat than normal for dinner that night, and though I tried to load up on salad by ordering the salad bar, the restaurant had an absolutely dreadful salad bar. Iceberg lettuce mix that was fairly dried out, mealy tomatoes, and completely raw cauliflower and broccoli. I love both of those veggies, but they are tough to eat completely raw. Everything else on the salad bar, I kid you not, was in mayonnaise or marinated in oil. And, seeing the quality, I’m guessing it wasn’t extra virgin olive oil.
• I had lunch out that day. A healthy lunch, but still, food out, which means more sodium and fat than I’d get at home.
• The following day, I went for a 3-mile run AND worked out with a trainer for the first time. To compensate/reward myself, I bumped up the calories and carbs for the day. Not radically, but more than I’m usually consuming. And I ate almost 1/3rd of a cup of cashews—not raw, but salted and roasted, no doubt in oil. Oy.
• I also ate lunch and dinner out again.
• Both days, I forgot to take my fiber.

So, I think a couple of days of being more careful will get things back on track. And, I’m guessing those five or six pounds are a combination of salt, water, and voodoo. But it was nice (in a painful way) to have a quick reminder of how sensitive my body is to even minor changes these days.

Before this little incident, I was a pound away from 70 lost. I’ve logged the gain in Lose It, but not here on the site, because I want to give it one more day to see if it all goes away again.

Thanks for listening!