Brace yourselves, everyone, I think the second coming of Christ is imminent.
Why, do you ask?
This morning I witnessed a MIRACLE.
In my usual sleepy stupor I hopped on the scale, anticipating a small drop [I’ve been sticking to my diet 100%] but also not getting my hopes up, as I’ve steadily lost 0.2 to 1.4 pounds every day since Monday.
Here’s a little summary of my weigh-ins this week:
So, want to know Friday’s weight?
I literally dropped 3 lbs overnight.
No, I didn’t take a diuretic. No laxatives. No supplements of any kind, other than my normal morning regime of a multivitamin and a vitamin D tablet.
I hopped off the scale, reset it to zero, and hopped on again to verify the number. Yup. 137.8.
How does that happen?!
This guy is my new best friend.
I’m not complaining at all, of course. I’m THRILLED to be back in the 130 range, but how in the world did I go from 143.6 on Monday to 137.8 on Friday? That’s a loss of just under 6 lbs!
Did my mitochondria go into overdrive last night and decide to metabolize at three times the normal rate?
Did a mystical liposuction fairy come in the dead of my sleep and slurp out some hidden fat cells?
And, if so, how can I make him come back?!
I have no idea what caused the sudden drop in weight other than the fact that I’ve hit the gym consistently this week and stuck solid to my Paleo diet. I’m going to maintain this pattern through the weekend and pray to the Gods of Ketosis/Metabolism for their continued grace and blessings.
With that note, I wish all of you a happy weekend and, as usual, bon appetit!