...or, "How I learned to ignore the scale and pay attention to my waistband."
I probably shouldn't have stepped on the scale this morning, but some habits are hard to break. I was up 1.5 pounds from my official WI last Friday. There are about a million reasons for this.
I had a late volleyball game last night so Mr. Rebound and I didn't eat dinner until nearly 9 pm.
In addition to dinner I drank two 16 oz glasses of water and an 8 oz glass of milk.
Dinner consisted of two cups of soup and a fresh bakery roll.
So I had approximately 56 oz of liquid and a hunk of carbs at 9 pm.
And it's TOM.
So it comes as no surprise that the scale was up. But every day my waistband is a little more comfortable and I can more easily pull my jeans up over my hips. So I am concentrating on those non-scale indications that I am on the right track.
I'm still hoping for a maintain or even a teeny tiny loss on Friday, simply because I like to see that line on my graph go DOWN, not UP, but whatever happens, if I have another good week after this one I'll be sure to see a big drop.
Why do our bodies curse us every 4 weeks? It makes everything so confusing!