This morning, I stripped off all my clothes before weighing myself, and I am not ashamed. The needle, so to speak, was waving around when I was clothed: unclothed, it showed a loss of .6 pounds. Whether or not my yoga pants weigh .6 pounds is a matter of debate. I’m counting it anyway, because I have no morals.
I think I would have had a better result with or without disrobing, if I hadn’t missed a snack yesterday and been kind of stressed out after a doctor’s appointment about my back. (No bad news, just the usual irritating stuff about pain management and trying to describe what’s going on in language that they can hear.)
I totally believe that bit about stress hormones. Some people lose weight when they’re stressed: others, like me, puff up like toads. At least I managed to get a lot of fast, angry walking in after my appointment. I’m totally counting that as exercise. Today, I’m concentrating on staying calm and getting all my snacks in. Hopefully, I’ll see more movement on the scale tomorrow.