I’m trying to keep myself calm. I’m trying NOT to freak out. I got on the scale this morning and it’s WAAAAY up.
Five pounds up.
I’ve done a lot of exercise lately (I ran for 2 hours, 45 minutes on Friday alone) and a lot of strength training, so I know most of the weight is the result of muscle fatigue and lactic acid back-up.
I’ve also consumed a lot of salt lately, polishing off a gigantic bowl of Vietnamese Pho on Saturday like it was my job:
I’m trying not to believe that these five pounds are real, but the numbers terrified the snot out of me this morning.
I admit, I’ve been eating a TON of candy lately.
I haven’t limited myself to one Cadbury egg this week; I’ve had 2-3 daily most of this week. I believed my extra workouts entitled me to it (which they did, I guess, if my goal was to cancel out my exercise with food) and now I’m trying to assure myself that I haven’t gained five pounds from chocolate.
Don’t freak out. Don’t purge. Don’t lose control.
I’m guzzling water and coffee today. I’m avoiding salt. I’m praying for a miracle tomorrow.