I admit it. Sometimes, I weigh myself too often.
Sometimes when the scale yells at me, I give it another chance the next day to play nice. Because scales can be total assholes sometimes.
So today, I gave the scale the opportunity to knock off yesterday's 209 shit. And you know what it said to me? 206. Actually, 205.2 and 205.6, respectively. I always round up.
What the what?
Is it possible that Saturday's long run left me with so much extra water that it weighed me a full three+ pounds extra? I mean, it's not like I peed all that much yesterday ... so what gives?
I dunno. But I'm eager for next Monday to see what it says. And I promise to stay away from the scale between now and then. Mostly.