Disappointing Discovery

After last weeks disappointing weigh in, I worked hard to increase my physical activity and stay focused on the diet.  I had no fear this week when weighing in.  I wasn't sure what the loss would be, but I knew there would be a loss.  I was certain.  I only hoped it was the pound I gained plus some.  And, when I say some, I mean A LOT.

I was chatting away with the nurse that weighs me in with no fear.  In fact, I wasn't even looking at the scale.  She handed me back my paper (we have a worksheet we maintain where we log in our daily totals) and I realized the number was basically the same.  It was just down .5.  In fact, it didn't even change the first three digits of my weight.... so it took me a second to discover there was a loss at all. 

Typically, I would accept this loss. Somewhat graciously.  A loss is a loss.  But, a tiny, itty, bitty loss after a gain is depressing... especially if the loss isn't even the amount of the gain.

Oh well.  A disappointing discovery.