Anyhoo, I want to tell you guys about a phenomenon I experienced this morning. First, if you missed my post over on the group blog yesterday, Mardi Gras, That Bitch, then you should go read that first and then come back. I'll wait.
I'm trusting you actually went and read it. I BELIEVE IN YOU.
So, after being a complete food whore over the past two weeks, I was dreading trying to get back into the good food groove again. I was bothered though, because I wanted to know just how bad I screwed up. How much of that weight had I gained back because of my shenanigans (man, I love that word)? How many stones would I have to take out of my "pounds lost" jar? At the same time, I didn't want to know how bad I screwed up. Just pretend it never happened.
Despite my apprehension about it, this morning I stepped on the scale, took a few deep breaths, then looked down to see the damage.
Wait, what? I had LOST two pounds? What.The.French.Toast? I shook my head, looked down again. Yep, two pounds lighter than before my wagon abandonment. I stepped off, stepped back on. Still two pounds lighter.
It was a Mardi Gras miracle!!
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I don't know how it happened, but I'm not going to question it. I'm just going to breathe a HUGE sigh of relief and get back on the horse.
Also, I got to take two stones out of the "pounds to go" jar and put them in the "pounds lost" jar. Whoop!