hello, plateau, nice to meet you...

...not.

I've come to the conclusion that my body likes the low 190s. Loves them. Wants to stay there the rest of my frickin' life, if I let it. For the past couple days the scale has been going in the exactly wrong direction. In fact, at this rate, I'll bet that I'm at 195 by tomorrow. Woo!

I don't know what to do, other than just ride it out. Maybe it's bloat. Maybe I really have gained 3 lbs. of fat this week. Maybe I've gained some muscle. Maybe in the dead of night, I was impregnated by aliens. Who knows?

Whatever the case, I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing, and hope that eventually, it will start going down again. I gotta tell you, though...this is really messing with my average weight loss per week. If it goes down below 1/2 a pound, I'm going to cry.