Well That's a Little Perplexing

Last week when I saw Marisa I was up 3.5 pounds. I was not hugely sweating it. It was the morning after the event. I had spent the evening eating little passable salt licks, or as other people know them hors d'oeuvres. I also had my fair share of vodka sodas. It was a great night. The next morning when I woke up a little worst for wear, I was also bloat-zilla. My rings were literally cutting into me. I use my rings as a bloat guide. They fit me loosely so when they are threatening to turn my fingers purple I am at risk for a sodium related heart attack. Marisa did not really buy my it's bloat explanation. I do not blame her. I mean my track record with food related honesty is not so good. For once I was confident though. Yes there had been girl scout cookies, the whole drink for the Irish cause, dinner with the girls where I ate a small country's bread supplies worth of pita bread, guiness brownies, and probably some other not so good food. I also knew I had worked out a lot, eaten everything except the girl scout cookies in moderation, and no joke my fingers were purple. This week I was down 5.5 pounds.

 I am not a big numbers girl. I just wanted to be down what I had been up. They are reference but I have to admit I did feel a sense of vindication that I was down 5.5 pounds. Marisa of course had to flag that being up 3.5 pounds the week before, and then down 5.5 pounds the next week was not a good thing. It's not. It's a big fluctuation. It's not one I plan on being in the habit of, but it was really nice that for once, my I swear it isn't me weight gain seems to have not been me. Told you it was the salt licks. 

P.S. here's some video from the event I produced!! I swear an actual post is coming about it.