After weight-lifting the other day I've been hanging out around 240. This morning, I am a sliver below 240. It's starting to look unlikely that I will show a 2-pound loss for the week by Saturday's weigh-in. But I did predict that weight-lifting would slow down my scale loss, so, even though it's a bit of a drag, I'm not discouraged.
I'm also a little perturbed to think I might lose Saturday as a weigh-in date. This is admittedly a bit irrational, but I tend to get irrationally attached to a system. I'll be deep in a state park on Saturday, without access to my bathroom scale on its very exact placement on the grid of the bathroom floor. Taking the scale with me would do too much damage to the consistency of the measurement. What I may do is just drive on Saturday to internet access wherever I may find it, and weigh-in with Friday's weight.
Then feel regret about having lost the opportunity to change my weigh-in to Monday. Welcome to my psychosis. I'll spare you the rest.
I have time this morning to do some yoga before I put together all my food for the day, but I'd better get started on it now. I did sort of want to go to the theatre a little early and have some dark time before rehearsal.