I'm going to put this weight down (which would mean a 1# loss), but I am suspicious.
See, I was actually UP in weight at the beginning of the week. I had been naughty. I just was. Between going a little off track, and stress, I just figured I had to face facts.
I stepped on the scale Tuesday and it said, "Lo."
Batteries. I need batteries.
But there was no time to mess with them. I tried stepping on it 3 times, and it still balked at me, Lo. Wednesday morning I tried again, hoping someone else took care of the scale's battery issue, but still, Lo. I had an early morning appointment to get to, so I left it alone. I also knew I was going out with the girls that night, and really didn't want to weigh in after that. But whatever - such is life.
So today I tried to find batteries and we're completely out. But I tried again. And it did it's little search-y thing where the zeros dance in a circle for a bit before it displays 0.o. OK? I stepped on. Maybe someone DID take care of the battery thing - finally.
Not really believing it, I stepped off and touched it with my toe again. Lo. I tried a couple more times (I like to weigh myself more than once in case it's a fluke). Lo. So, I'm just going to take it. To trust. To not get too wound up about the number, and just hope it sticks.
I'm battling a cold. Never fun. I'm sure the stress of my job situation doesn't help. It's absolutely beautiful out today, though. If things weren't turned upside down at work I might consider staying home, actually. I hardly ever take a sick day. I told myself I'd go in today and if I felt lousy, or if it became too nuts - I'd come home. I have to remember my whole, "Take Care of Myself" mantra. It's real. And I feel cruddy, lol.