I cheated today and dug my scale out of a moving box marked “FRAGILE: Like my ego.” (Okay, it wasn’t actually labeled like that, but wouldn’t it have been funny if it had?) My jeans have felt a bit looser the past couple days, but I’ve also been wearing them for more days than I’m willing to admit in a public forum, so I thought it might be denim stretch. Nope. I won’t officially weigh-in until Saturday, but the number this morning was 217.8.
Part of me is thinking “Hey, cool! The teens!” but the other, more sensible part of me is saying “Ha! See how long that lasts once you start exercising and eating regularly again.” Hell, a pound or two of that could just be dehydration. I also wonder how much of it is due to loss of muscle mass, though I hopefully haven’t lost too much in this crazy week of no exercise (not including the step aerobics to and from my trunk to the apartment door).
Then there’s always the possibility that the scale calibration got futzed up in the move. But I think that’s about as likely as me fitting into a size 2 dress.