um...whoa?!

OK, yesterday was fabulous!  Kelly called on his way home from work in the morning asking me to meet him for breakfast.  He had to be back at work by 6, so I wouldn't get to see him before he left.  Yay for happy surprises!  We met at Denny's and I had an English muffin and some fruit.  Yes!  I was totally good!  That was a very proud moment!  I did my Zumba class with minimal pain from my epically sunburnt legs. (Seriously, they are bad.  Worse than my sun poisoning from too long in the tanning bed at 17 years old.)  Then worked out my dance tuition, and Alyson can take all the classes she wants for less than I thought I'd have to pay.  Bonus!  Granted, I'm still paying both arms and a leg, but my kids are happy.  And that's what I'm going for.

Today I woke up to even less pain from the cherry red appendages below my waist.  I can even take steps that are more than 12 inches long, and I can just about straighten my legs without wincing.  I added up my calories from yesterday, and was happy to find out that what I ate was way fewer calories than I thought. 

So why then, since being very good and weighing only 206 as of Sunday EVENING, does the scale at work now read 2 f'ing 12?  My good mood just plummeted, and I'm down right pissed off.  Let's see, how is this possible?  I started my period...could be bloated.  My dinner was super high in sodium...could be retaining water.  I stepped on the scale at a different time and after I ate breakfast.  I didn't undress...pretty sure my dress and shoes don't weigh 6 pounds.  Or maybe the scale is having a bad day.

All I know is...if it still says that tomorrow...my head might explode.  At least that'll knock off 6-8 pounds.