I wasn’t surprised when I stepped on the scale tonight and it said I’d gained a pound. I’ve been feeling ooky and bloated for days. I’ve been getting menstrual cramps without actually having my period, and I swear, I don’t think I’ve pooed in about three days.
So yeah, I’m not surprised. I said before I stepped on the scales, “I’ve probably gained weight. I feel horrid and sluggish and bloated this week. I’ve been feeling terrible for days.”
I’ve actually been drinking a lot of soda this week, for a reason that’s beyond my own reasonable knowledge. Some of it’s even been full-sugar, because they don’t have diet versions of the kind I wanted (and it’s not even nice soda. I saw that they have Cherry Fanta and went, “OOH THAT SOUNDS NICE.” AND IT’S NOT. IT TASTES LIKE ACID.) but we didn’t even have a lot of take-away this week. I’m not sure where the 1lb came from, but I did expect it, so I didn’t throw a tantrum, I didn’t sulk.
I can’t say I’m not disappointed, because I am. I’d loved to have not ever gained any weight back again, like, ever, but, yeah. Unrealistic, I know.
Anyway, it’s happened now. I’m just hoping that I can get back on the negative numbers wagon next week and this’ll just be a minor blip.
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