I got up, did my morning bathroom stuff, and stepped on the home scale for my weekly Saturday "au naturale" weigh-in, prior to the clothed weigh-in at WW, and was amazed to see it read 199.5. I stepped off, thinking it must be a mistake, and when I stepped on a second time, it read 199.0. A third reading made it 2 out of 3 at 199.0.
I have no idea how or why on God's Green Earth this happened. I've not been able to resume any form of exercise for almost 3 weeks now, thanks to this flu crud. It's mostly gone - I feel fine - but a cough lingers, which limits any kind of even slightly elevated breathing. And while I've been struggling to eat responsibly in the meantime, I've been failing for the most part. My weekly weights have been fluctuating back and forth from about 208 to 210 or 211. Last Saturday was unexpectedly low at 208.5. Because of that, I fully expected to see 210 when I got on the scale today. I'm flummoxed. I didn't do anything yesterday to get dehydrated, unless you count the one beer I had with dinner last night. I had no reason to expect a loss of any kind this week, let alone one this large.
It was fun to see the face of the lady who weighed me at WW this morning. I'd never seen a triple-take before. Three times between the scale and her scratch pad and calculator. Finally she just looked at me and said, "what in the world did you do?" All I could say was I didn't know.
I don't expect this will be maintained. I'm going to work hard to see that it does, but I won't be the least surprised if this is some sort of anomaly, and I'm back to about 205 next week. But it sure is fun for today. I haven't been under 200 since early high school - something in excess of 40 years ago. And although I posted some time ago that I fully expected the heavens to open up and a choir of angels to sing when this day came, news flash - it didn't and they didn't. What's up with that? Can the universe be so uncaring?
The really sad thing about this is that when I started this push last April, I had promised myself a new road bike when I reached this point. Unfortunately, the economy, increasing health insurance premiums and my extended un/under-employment have effectively put the kibosh on that, and indefinitely to boot. Yes, making that kind of reward was an extreme, even radical thing to do, but that weight was also over 60 pounds in the future. I'd never had that kind of success at this before, so who knew it would actually happen? Be careful what you wish for, right? I did stop off at the men's wear section of Meijer this morning and get a new pair of cheap 38-inch jeans as a minor reward/celebration.
Now we'll see what next week brings. Like I said, I think this may be an anomaly, but even so, I don't think it's premature to offer huge and heartfelt thanks to everyone here who has helped me, with either words of support and encouragement, or simply inspiration in the form of their own stories of struggle and success. Whether the short term shows me straying north of 200 again or not, there's still more long-term work to be done, and I'll continue to need and utilize all the help I can get.