My body is a strange machine...

After finally settling down and getting back in town I weighed Tuesday morning. I didn't really want to look at the scale but avoiding it wasn't going to do a whole lot of good either.

194.5. Crap. I mean, it could've been much worse considering there were a LOT of chips and queso eaten in a 3 week period. Okay, maybe it really wasn't THAT much but for me it was because I had gone almost 3 months without any. In my world and to my body it was queso overdose (and it was heavenly).

Tom is here this week. I haven't been feeling as terribly bloated as I usually am so that's been good. Don't get me wrong, still bloated, but I don't feel like an Ethiopian with a distended belly either.

Yesterday was my first day back ON PLAN. Seriously ON PLAN. Also, I worked out. I drank a decent amount of water (I'm noticing my body isn't as ashy any more. I hardly drank any water over the past weekend and was amazed to see the affect it actually had on my skin!).... I didn't feel dehydrated this morning. I didn't feel like I was having a terrible fit of sodium bloat (which ALWAYS shows in my hands).... let's bust the scale back out, just for kicks.

190.5

Now, don't get me wrong.... I was ecstatic to see THAT number after I feel like the scale has been fluctuating and slowly rising.... but how did I magically lose 4 lbs in 3 days?!

It could be a number of things. I ran about a million reaons through my head as to why it couldn't be true. Mostly because i don't want to get on the scale tomorrow morning and be disappointed if it's back up.

Let's just say its a good motivator right now!!!! :)