Totally unfair! There's no good excuse for my scale to have gone up to 240!! I thought I was out of the 240s. ::pout::
Yesterday I didn't have the ability to move. Unloading the dishwasher was beyond my capacity. I lounged, then changed position and lounged some more, feeling my body's ails from the day before. I obeyed the meal plan, eating less of the dinner than required because I was sooo tired, it was so late, and I was not hungry. So I didn't expect to awaken today and weigh more than yesterday. If I had to make an excuse, I'd say that my body sucked up all the food I ate yesterday in building new muscle tissue with all that aching and soreness.
Today my body still hurts, but maybe not as much. I will wear the back brace my Dad gave me and stick to the meal plan again.
In other, non-scale indiciators - my hands have been feeling things again. They feel my rib cage and an apparent slimming in my back above my hips.
This week I have to adhere to the meal plan precisely. If I don't lose weight by the end of this week, hopefully I'll have the option to reduce my calories. This 240 nonsense, though I know I'm responsible for it with those two weekend trips, but it has finally outlived its welcome.
Although, the truth is - I'm sitting here at 240 and feeling way way better than I did at 285. I achieved what I set out to do, really, which was to not be the way I was at 285 anymore. I could be happy at 240. The only thing about that is, as long as I have the momentum to lose weight, I wanted to get down to slim for once in my life. 180 or something. Just to see me that way, to feel it, just to experience the exotic - to have a waist.