The three days leading up to my period, I stay off the scales. Since I got my IUD, I have had bloating for the first time in my life. Despite drinking lots of water and watching sodium, I still have two days of sausage fingers.
Stupidly, I got on the scales this morning, even though I am supposed to start tonight or tomorrow.
I can do math. I know how many calories I have taken in, and how many I have expended. I know that beyond these fluid-filled tissues, I have lost weight. I know that NEXT Tuesday, I will be really happy with my results.
The wait (weight?) is going to drive me nuts though. So much for delayed gratification. I want to have a calorie deficit of 1300 and see .3 pounds gone-- now! Last week, I was averaging .3 pounds a day of loss. That was a good week. Every fourth week, I allow myself to become frustrated.
Maybe I should just get a grip, ya think?