Don't Blame the Soda!

I was doing really well on the Challenge up until a few weeks ago. I had lost ten pounds (mostly water, I'm sure) when I weighed in on a Friday. The following Tuesday, I had to fly out to Florida for a business trip, and I knew from experience that such trips weren't the greatest for dieting, so I weighed in that morning. According to that damnable liar known as "the scale", I had gained three pounds between Friday and Tuesday. I ran through the list of possibilities: I had been transformed into a woman overnight and I was bloating, my invisible friend was playing a joke on me and had placed his foot on the scale while I was weighing in, or that whole impacted colon thing I keep seeing infomercials about is taking its toll on me. I immediately ruled out the woman transformation because I remembered that just before stepping on the scale, I had gone to the bathroom and peed standing up. My invisible friend was on vacation in Jamaica - I had just received a post card from him. And last but not least, the impacted colon theory didn’t explain things either because I had it surgically removed after I stepped on a landmine back in Vietnam. So, I went on my less-than-merry little way to Florida and ate like a pig. Five Guys Burgers and Fries gets a big thumbs up from me!

I've gotten back on the wagon, and my net loss is now 9.5 lbs. I'm still on track to lose thirty by the end of November, but I'm a little disheartened by this recent thing happening so early on.