Saturday is my second weigh in. I am totally expecting a gain because of two super bad days, some high-sodium foods and now, apparently, a bout of constipation. I'm annoyed with myself because, this time last week I was feeling lighter and more in control and I couldn't wait for the weigh in. I even had a dream last Friday night where I called the center to find out what time they opened and how early I could get there. This week, I feel full and heavy and am totally dreading the scale.
But how silly is that? Someone in a previous post said that with losses come gains. They're a part of life. I feel ridiculous that I've given a scale so much power that the thought of getting on it is making me crazy. It just doesn't make any sense.



But that aside, what a cutie!