Body decided to do fireworks on Saturday, caused maybe by not enough sleep Friday morning, or weather stress, or the Long Island Ice Tea I had after work Friday- have noted a distressing tendency for innards to take against alcohol lately. So sad. Expected to be at least two pounds lighter after practically fasting all Sunday and literally fasting all Sunday night (blood tests needing 14 hour fast: making a virtue of necessity.) But no- scarce half a pound. Then again, I was also waiting for my slow metabolism to register the gourmanderie of ten days previously and suddenly slap on a couple of pounds. So maybe that's what happened, and the fast just offset the expected gain.
I still weigh ten pounds less than six weeks ago, when Ratso first popped his head out of the blue bin. So thanks for that, Ratty.
