My body hates milestones

November 1, 2007

Something is wrong. I’m sad.

I’ve been weighing a little more every day since Tuesday morning. Up, up, up slightly every day. It usually works the other way, I see a tiny change daily, and then, bam, my lowest weight appears on Friday–not coincidentally the day I make official.

I’ve exercised more than I ever normally do this week, upped from 35-40 minutes a day to 50 and yesterday 60.

It’s making me sad, like I want to eat french fries.

I was reading the chapter on compulsive exercising from Breaking Free… this morning, waiting to be called in for my appointment to have my teeth cleaned, and realizing that I probably qualify when I am really in a weight-loss groove. Not verbatim, but a sign is eating strictly based on the amount of time exercised, which I, frankly, only do. I am a big, big calorie counter, and know my net intake for every single day. Every.

I wish weight-loss was more of a science. And maybe tomorrow will be different.

Stay tuned for a report on true loss of weight (or sanity.)

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