I knew that 201 last week was menstrual bloat. Combine that with the running I’ve been doing now that my ankle has healed and you get the splendiferous number 195. Boo yah! Only 35 pounds left. Wow. That sounds doable, unlike the 210 pounds I was faced with at the beginning.
In other scale experiments, I compared my naked weigh-in weight to my pajama-wearing weigh-in weight and was stunned to see a 1.2 pound difference. Woah, I had no idea PQ’s PJs weighed that much. I thought my Sailor Moon T-shirt, light-weight cotton pajama pants and undies would only come in at half a pound at most.
Last night I weighed myself on my fancy, fat-measuring scale and was surprised to see it read 35% body fat. When I weighed in this morning it was at 40%. I knew the manual said it had a 5% margin of error, but wow, it really does have a 5% margin of error. Since I’m dehydrated in the mornings I suppose it thinks I have more body fat than I do. That or the fat fairy is visiting me in the middle of the night to refill my fat cells.