Day 8

People are curious by nature. There is always the classic snooping through someone's medicine cabinet. (Really... what do people hope to find out by doing that??? That they take Tylenol? That they don't own floss? Anyway...) Well lucky for me (?) I don't have a medicine cabinet in my bathroom, since we have one enormous mirror on the wall. But we do have a kickass giant closet! It is very deep and holds all of my bathroom treasures. Here is a photo of the bottom of my bathroom closet. (Yes... there are two toilet brushes and two plungers. Our landlord left us a new one but we had brought our own.)

Let's have our eyes wander to the scale. The damn scale. For the past month I've been trying to get in better shape. Having been medically cleared to exercise, I've been kicking it into high gear. I record everything that I do: walking, swimming, yoga, etc. I also record every morsel that enters my mouth. Now that a month has progressed I feel I can reflect back and see how I've been doing....

It makes no sense. Each week I manage to eat a little less, or a little healthier. Each week I exercise a little more. And it was all fine and dandy....until today. This last week I hit the wall. I don't know what I did. Maybe my body went into starvation-store-fat mode because I gained everything back this last week plus some..... I would like to think that all the exercise is turning that into muscle. After all, muscle weighs more than fat. That would be wishful thinking.

I will get to the bottom of this mystery.... sometime in the next 17 weeks.

And now that the wedding has passed it is time to study the day away. *yawn*