So, it's Monday again. This week was very up and down for me. Each morning I'd weigh myself, and be alternately pleased and enraged.
Tuesday, my weight was 268.
Wednesday, it was 267.
Thursday, it was 268 again.
Friday, it was 266. Oh, Thursday must have been some sort of abberation.
Saturday, it was 268...again!
Sunday I ate really poorly, scrounging chocolate chips out of the pantry, desperate for something sweet, and Monday morning when I weighed in for the week?
I don't understand. It was a successful week, but a really frustrating one.
I also wound up working out by myself all half of the week too. My crossfit trainer was sick, and my normal workout partner didn't show up. Counting this morning, it's been three days in a row. Despite that, I showed up every time, and worked hard. And I guess it paid off.
Oh, I'm also now in first place in the contest at work. I pulled just ahead of the person who had me beat the first three weeks. I wonder if I can keep that up. I'll do my best anyway.