The scale, she is not my friend

So far this week, Bradford Pear trees and the scale have made it to My List.

Do you know what this means?


No, it does not mean Heather needs a pedicure. Well, yes, it does mean that, but mostly it means that I have suddenly gained a ridiculous amount of weight.

Yesterday the 8 was a 1.

What on earth would have caused me to gain five pounds in a day? Yes, I can do math but when I first weighed myself I didn't have my shirt and pants on, so I'm giving a little leeway for them. When I first weighed myself and had small heart palpitations of shock, it read 156.5.

I took some cold medicine yesterday. You think that was it? Or maybe it was the sleeve (and a half) of Girl Scout cookies I ate when I got home? I did the calorie calculations, I didn't think it was going to be that much, I swear!

So now I'm going to post a weekly scale shot to keep myself honest. I just don't get it. I even exercised this weekend. I haven't been eating too terribly bad (if you don't count the cookies, which I don't). So depressing.