200.4 lbs
Saturday's weigh in was a wash. I had to be up at 4am and I didn't have time to get a consistent read. So the weigh in for Saturday will be listed as 199.8 lbs - just like the Friday weigh in. It was an easy decision to make because there were bigger fish to fry that day - my family will always take precedence over a stupid scale anyway.
Since I was awake for a total of almost 22 hours straight on Saturday and with very little sleep over the two previous nights, I really expected the scale to be very very weird on Sunday. I was not disappointed. After getting a good night's sleep, I weighed in at 202.4 lbs. You would think that such a small jump would be from not eating very much but you would be wrong. I just had more waking hours to burn it all off. I was also constantly moving except for about 4 to 5 hours of driving. This morning's weigh in was 200.4 lbs - a two pound drop over the previous day. I find that to be even more curious. I won't be above 200 for long.
I have told you before about me being obsessive with the scale and perhaps no story better illustrates this than the following. One day last week, I was getting mad at the odd fluctuations in the scale. One minute it would be up .8 of a pound and the next it would be down a pound. Consistent measuring is very big with me because I want accuracy in my numbers (Saturday morning being one of the very few exceptions). After a certain period of time moving the scale around the house and calibrating and recalibrating to try and get the wonkiness out of the numbers, I grabbed our little dog and stood on the scale. In my boxers. In the middle of the kitchen. At 6:30 am in the morning. I learned two things from this. One, our dog Zsa Zsa weighs 8.4 lbs. Two, it's a damn good way to calibrate the scale.
Speaking of Zsa Zsa, I got quite a bit of unexpected exercise, almost 3 miles worth, the evening before my 4 am wake up. She had decided she would escape (she loves to do this) and run about the neighborhood. All five members of the family were frantically searching the neighborhood for our canine Houdini. I was already whooped from the night before when I only got about two hours of sleep. I was freaking out that she might not be found but I also was cursing that little dog with every exhausted step I took. At first, I thought she escaped merely because Christy left the gate open for a moment while painting the house. Upon second thought, I think Zsa Zsa is a vain little creature who does not appreciate having her weight measured and tossed around the blogosphere. This will show her. Next time she pulls something like this, I am posting measurements as well. I am telling her this today in hopes that she will get the big picture - the little bitch (I mean this solely in terms of accuracy since she is a female dog and quite small).
Since I was awake for a total of almost 22 hours straight on Saturday and with very little sleep over the two previous nights, I really expected the scale to be very very weird on Sunday. I was not disappointed. After getting a good night's sleep, I weighed in at 202.4 lbs. You would think that such a small jump would be from not eating very much but you would be wrong. I just had more waking hours to burn it all off. I was also constantly moving except for about 4 to 5 hours of driving. This morning's weigh in was 200.4 lbs - a two pound drop over the previous day. I find that to be even more curious. I won't be above 200 for long.
I have told you before about me being obsessive with the scale and perhaps no story better illustrates this than the following. One day last week, I was getting mad at the odd fluctuations in the scale. One minute it would be up .8 of a pound and the next it would be down a pound. Consistent measuring is very big with me because I want accuracy in my numbers (Saturday morning being one of the very few exceptions). After a certain period of time moving the scale around the house and calibrating and recalibrating to try and get the wonkiness out of the numbers, I grabbed our little dog and stood on the scale. In my boxers. In the middle of the kitchen. At 6:30 am in the morning. I learned two things from this. One, our dog Zsa Zsa weighs 8.4 lbs. Two, it's a damn good way to calibrate the scale.
Speaking of Zsa Zsa, I got quite a bit of unexpected exercise, almost 3 miles worth, the evening before my 4 am wake up. She had decided she would escape (she loves to do this) and run about the neighborhood. All five members of the family were frantically searching the neighborhood for our canine Houdini. I was already whooped from the night before when I only got about two hours of sleep. I was freaking out that she might not be found but I also was cursing that little dog with every exhausted step I took. At first, I thought she escaped merely because Christy left the gate open for a moment while painting the house. Upon second thought, I think Zsa Zsa is a vain little creature who does not appreciate having her weight measured and tossed around the blogosphere. This will show her. Next time she pulls something like this, I am posting measurements as well. I am telling her this today in hopes that she will get the big picture - the little bitch (I mean this solely in terms of accuracy since she is a female dog and quite small).
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