Saturday was an extraordinary day in its ordinariness.  Which is to say I didn’t do anything particularly interesting or outside my normal routine.  I did my usual internet surfing, walked the treadmill for a hour, a couple of hours of darts practice, and I mowed the front lawn.  Really, the only thing unusual about the day was that despite being active (for me), I never got hungry.  From the time I awoke until late in the evening all I consumed was my morning coffee, a few diet cokes, and water.

I weigh myself every Sunday.  I try to avoid daily or mid-week weigh-ins because I don’t want to get discouraged if I find myself gaining weight despite my best efforts to maintain self-discipline.  But I made an exception Saturday night because I knew my belly had been empty all day and I had been relatively active for calorie burning purposes.  And sure enough, my scale told me I was down to 231.5, a nice 3.5 drop from the previous week.

I had a chef salad, watched some TV, snacked on celery and peanut butter, and had a taste of sugar-free banana pudding.   Went to bed, woke up refreshed, and stepped on the scale for my “official” Sunday weigh-in.  234 pounds!  How in the hell did I gain 2.5 pounds overnight?

Frustrating and disappointing to be sure.  Ah well, nothing to be done but to keep after it.

Onward and downward!