Flabbergasted. That is the word one could use to describe me this morning.
Why? Because I saw a loss this morning. A1.6 pound loss. What the heck?
I stepped on the scale 3 times, moving it around each time because I just didn't think it could be right... given the eating week I've had. But it gave me the exact same weight each time.
The only thing I can even think is the my high intensity workouts are paying off. Helping to ramp up my metabolism? Maybe?
And the lesson I can take from this is to not give up the week just because I have a bad day - though I was sorely tempted.
Very, very PMS-y tempted.
Perhaps the indiscretions will show up next week. Guess we'll see.