Usually I get a reprieve at nighttime, and I try to pretend like nothing is wrong. Not so last night. It was a rough night, and today started out with a very rough morning.
Before I started having children, my weight was very steady, but over the course of bearing four babies, it seemed to always be in a state of fluctuation. After the fourth, we decided we weren't going to have any more, and I realized it was time to get my body back as closely as I could to its pre-baby shape. I settled very nicely back in at 111 pounds. I weigh myself every day after showering, and probably 98% of the time, the scale says 111. Not this morning. This morning, the scale said 105. I weighed myself several times with the scale in different places, I checked the scale's calibration with a known weight, I had my husband weigh himself to see if his weight was right. Still, when I stood on it, it said 105.
Now perhaps at a different time, I might think that was pretty neat. Not at this time though. I've been working very hard to maintain my weight through this, and I've done a good job with it. Even so, I've realized that if we weren't able to get some resolution, eventually I would start losing weight, and I had hoped that was something we could avoid. Apparently, I'm going to go there anyway.