Well, that was the same. It’s funny, I got to the middle of the last week and—for whatever reason—I’d dipped to 289. I was on top of the world.
This is a very good example of why we should never weigh ourselves before weigh-ins: we might get cocky and decide to have 2x 22 ounce steaks over the next two days, a Chocolate Thunder From Down Under, and alcohol too. And a custard. (But the rest of the week was fine).
What did I learn? That “Low Carb / High Cake / Two Small Drinks” diets don’t work. But I didn’t learn it because I already knew it. I’m convinced the part of my brain that likes cake has been nibbling on my cerebral cortex.
This Week’s Challenge
1) Avoid sugar comas at all cost.
2) Try not to eat anyone accidentally.
3) Don’t weigh myself mid-week.
Ah well, no sense beating myself up about it. I’d probably lose anyway. See you next week, folks.