Pressing On

I’m not always right, and maybe it’s a little crazy to say it out loud, but sometimes I think I can honestly feel when I’ve gained even a little bit of weight. It may just be a pound or two, but I swear, I can feel those pounds hanging off of me… dragging me down.

The reason this seems a little crazy, is because, let’s face it, when you weigh 250lbs + 1 or 2 more pounds can’t possibly make that much difference. After all, 1 or 2 pounds represents such a small part of the whole. Nonetheless, when I gain, it’s usually not a surprise. I can feel it.

And I can feel it now.

Of course, I won’t weigh until tomorrow, but I feel it coming. Hopefully, I’ll be pleasantly surprised. But I doubt it.
That said, even if I am up tomorrow, I’ll be more bemused than anything else because it’s really been a pretty good week. I’ve kept up with my calendar all week. I’ve totally met my exercise goals for the week and while I’ve gone over my calories several times, it hasn’t been by *that* much. There’s been no binging… just an extra Starbucks here and there to throw me over the edge.

*shrugs*

Truth is, I’ve been feeling pretty good. Like I’m “back” after my long hiatus from not having the energy to care much about whether or not I was on plan. I truly started the week trying to come up with plausible excuses that I could use at the end of the week in order to explain why I *hadn’t* made my exercise goals. But guess what? No excuses needed. I was an exercising fool. In fact, I exercised *more* than the goals I’d set for myself, and if I’m *really* honest, then I have to admit that there might have been a few minutes when it actually felt good. (Shhh. Don’t tell anyone).

So… *if* I am up tomorrow, I’m just going to blame it on hormones, the tides, a full moon and/or my mother-in-law and move on. Apart from eating a little better, I don’t think I can really ask more of myself than what I was able to give this week.

Sometimes, I guess, no matter how hard you try, the numbers just don’t add up.

Anyway, in non-gee-I’m-really-fat related news, if you get a chance to see Persepolis, I strongly suggest that you do. It’s achingly beautiful.