Since Wednesday my weight has remained unchanged. Not even up or down a tenth of a pound. That seems really weird to me. Again, I was thinking my scale must be broken, so I grabbed a couple of books nearby and got on the scale. My weight went up by 1.6 pounds. So, I confirmed that my scale is sensitive enough to recognize that I'm holding a couple of books, one of which needs to go back to the library today.
I just don't know why my body is insisting on holding on to every single ounce of fat right now. I think early next week I'll have to do something to shake it up a bit. Wake my body up a bit.
Tonight I'm meeting three of my girlfriends for a little BBQ and birthday cake, which I'm baking today, for one of us, the one of us who is having a birthday, that is. I couldn't have found a more clumsy way to say that could I? Well, you know what I'm trying to say, right? I'm trying to say that I'm afraid my scale will see what I've done tonight in the morning.
Oh well, at least I'll know it cares enough to keep an eye on me.