Cruel Scales and Other Things to Start My Morning

The digital scale is playing cruel tricks on me. On Monday, I was feeling reasonably well that the scale read a total of 12 pounds less than I started out the year. This morning, 1.2 pounds were back on. WTH! and for sh#!@$@ts sake I exclaimed out loud. There was no binge eating yesterday or alcohol benders last night. I have a cruel scale that likes to toy with my emotions. When it comes to the fluctuations bodies go through, variations day to day happen. I know deep in my head that 1.2 pounds can be the difference in weighing myself in bare legs compared to wearing a pair of sweatpants. I dropped three pounds two weeks ago by taking off my sweatshirt. Still, knowing it in my head and seeing the number creep up from where it was on Monday was more than disappointing. I have to remember the end game is more than just the numbers on the scale but how my clothes fit, how my joints feel, and the increased energy I will have. I need to remember weight loss is more  sustainable  if I keep a steady, even if slow and fragmented weight loss pace. 

We are out of coffee. Technically there is a canister of a cheap coffee DD#1 bought last fall and brought home with her when she moved back, but it is not very good tasting. I'm typing this trying to decide if the twinge of no caffeine headache I have is worse than a bad cup of coffee. I am a bit of a snob with coffee brewed at home, but am perfectly satisfied if I need a pick me up at work to use an instant coffee packet. What's the mind process behind that I wonder?  I do not need gas this morning and am willing myself not to stop just for a cup. 

I've decided to go for the bad stuff, and make it extra strong, but extra milky. I might just make pancakes this morning too, for DD#2and I. The scale can be cruel again tomorrow.