Weight loss, gain...whatever

Well, I hope that one day I can get to the point where the number doesn't matter. I hope that someday I reach the point, in all aspects of my life, that I can use disappointments as a jumping off point for reflection. Currently, I do reflect, but I usually wait until after I have my big fat pity party. I look forward to the day when I can look at the lesson beforehand, not in hindsight. I am not there yet.

Yesterday, I went to weigh in. I went in feeling confident. I was doing well with my points, my clothes were fitting differently and when I weighed in the morning, I was down 2 pounds. I knew with a day of running around and eating ahead of me, I probably wouldn't be down that much at weigh in, but I was looking forward to seeing that number creep down. As you can probably guess, that is not what I saw when I got there. As the lady weighing me in put it so gently, "ooohhhh". I left there feeling irritated both at the gain and at her response. A gain of .8 of a pound. Now, in my rational moments, I know that in this excessive and ridiculous heat that we live in, that water retention and dehydration play a big part in minor weight fluctuation. I know that I need to increase the amount of water I drink to counter act the million degrees that I face each time I step outside. So, now that my pity party is over, I can say I see the lesson in it. I need to increase my water intake and not let the number decide how my week went. The things I knew going into that weigh in were still true...I was drinking more water an my clothes were fitting better. Most importantly, I felt good about myself. Am I really going to let less than 1 pound take that from me? Not today.