The surprise part of the blood draw was the whole weighing and measuring thing. I was actively avoiding the scale this past week as I'd had quite a few meals out and I'd been snacky. Well, yesterday I wasn't about to explain my scale aversion to the young med-tech who was handing me the tape measure and telling me to step on the scales - all while I was dressed for warmth! So not fair. The damage? 156.6.
I decided that it was a pretty decent WI, given well, the smores. Plus sweater, and layers and a belt. And the scale probably weighed heavy, to boot, right?
So this morning I did hop on my scale to see if I was still hovering around 153 as expected. Um, no. I'm now sitting at my DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER WILL ROBINSON boundary. Well, crap.
So now I know. It's time to readjust my way back to what works for me! I've been eating more carbs than I can comfortably function on. So, course adjustment, here I come.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Don't kid yourself.
157 - the hundred pound loss threshhold.