Quick update, I promise.
I am so far from a morning person, really.
Let me start with my quick just-out-of-bed routine: Open eyes. Frantically look around for water. Chug it. A lot of it. Grab kindle. 10 minute ceiling stare. Surrounded by hungry cats. 10 minutes of ‘Shut up you guys, seriously’. Roll out of bed. Stand up. Stretch. Pee. Grab scale. Step on. Usually: Disappoint. Sometimes: Victory dance.
Despite my morning exhaustion, I danced today.
It is said that you should not weigh but once per week due to sodium levels, water weight, muscle gain, etc. I agree, but I have to monitor a trend because my brain needs to know the science of everything. Trust me, it’s both a blessing and a curse.
As far as counting weight lost, I only use my weekend measurements. Last Saturday, I was at 186.5. Today, I’m at 185.
Paleo for life, bitches!