And I gained two pounds.
I don't feel that much heavier, though. I actually feel pretty good (despite the fact that I'm sicker than a dog) so I'm not letting it get to me. I weighed in at 210.6 today, but some of that is water. (Some of that, however, is ice cream bars.)
Every day is a new opportunity to do better.
For the moment, I'm concentrating on getting well. Whatever death plague I have is doing a number on me! But I'm fairly confident that next week, the scale will have another tale to tell.