I was doing very good with watching what I eat this week and tracking everything as well. I was conscious of the calories I was consuming and my workouts were going OK too. Earlier this week I felt as though I wasn't eating enough since I wasn't feeling great so I added a few calories here and there, still keeping under control and under my calorie goal.
The scale was becoming my friend. This was a feeling that I hadn't had in a while. I was looking forward to stepping on the scale every morning.
It had all the makings of a good week on the body composition front. There were numbers that I haven't seen in over a decade. I ate OK yesterday and stepped on the scale this morning expecting all sorts of records to be set and thresholds to be busted. I started crafting the acceptance speech from the accolades that I would have awarded myself in my head.
Two pounds up from just yesterday! The profanities going around my brain were endless. Now that I've calmed down I wonder how I could get so annoyed at an inanimate object and I think I figured it out: there must be a poltergeist involved. I'm tempted to call Tanita to see if they offer an exorcism service since I think that my scale is out of the warranty period.
That has to be it.