You know those moments you have when you seriously question science, your body, and pretty much the logic of the world around you?
Yeah, that moment is now.
Let me break down a touch of what has been happening the last seven weeks in regards to my health, well-being, and weight.
Horrible eating (did I not mention all the pumpkin EVERYTHING I have been plowing through)
Lots of sitting in the form of meetings, Netflix, and car rides.
Some more horrible eating.
That’s pretty the gist of it.
So, let me introduce you to the anomaly that is my weigh in.
Last weigh in: 208.2
This weigh in: 205.7
Lost: 2.5 pounds
Total lost from highest: 65.5 pounds
I have no clue.
Yeah, seven weeks is a long time. But to have lost 2.5 in that time, knowing I was being crappy about all things weight loss?
I don’t even know.
Logic has failed me ya’ll.
I’m not even going to lie. I know at one point I’d gained 6 pounds. Because, let’s face it. I still HAVE to weigh myself. I wasn’t weighing myself every week by any means. Somewhere in those 7 weeks I gained 6 pounds and then lost 8.5
So, I’m just going to say I was outrageously bloated during that time period, and then somewhere along the line I wasn’t?
I’m just gonna shake my head a bit and carry on. Because I have absolutely no clue.
Although, in less confusing news. My birthday is in two days!
You know what I asked for?
I’m just going to take my chubby ass and sit in the corner with all that shame. (and yes, I’ll have my shake with me.)