I've been sick this week. Some sort of stomach bug. I missed work part of the day Wednesday and all day Thursday. I don't usually get stomach sick. Have you ever seen the episode of Seinfeld where Jerry breaks his no-vomit streak after eating a black and white cookie? Well believe it or not, my no-vomit streak had lasted from 1989 until Wednesday (not counting alcohol and Lap-band related vomiting). Yes, that was a 22-year no-vomit streak.
So of course I had to get on the scale this morning. After all that suffering, I deserve a reward, right? I've lost 3 lbs. since Tuesday. Can I keep it? Please?
See, here's the deal. The weight I saw this morning is my lowest low since surgery and it is a normal BMI. I have been hovering about three pounds above a normal BMI for months. I've always felt that since I was maintaining that number without really working at it, it was the right weight for my body. I also figure I probably have at least a few pounds of extra, loose skin to factor into the equation. Now I'm sort of wishing I didn't get on the scale. I'm sure I am dehydrated. I know I am not going to eat a weight-gaining diet this week, but I probably won't get to keep the loss.
It was nice to see, though.