I really didn't want to...

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No, the dishes I wanted to empty and remove.  To take a shower.  Which, I also wanted to do.  It's the scale.  I didn't want to step on it.  Last time I stepped on it, say... four days ago?  Did I list it?  I weighed 238.6.  Up from my low of 235.x... some week or two before.

I plateaued, and worse, had started gaining.  Nothing felt different.  Sure, I was getting rid of fluid.  But, by physical indications, I am only half way through that process.  I... really wanted to wait, a few days, get more water out.  But... no... I was naked, to shower, decided to just eat the bullet.

Glad I did.  Is it bravery, to go against one's fears?  Sometimes.  Whatever the case, I weighed in at 227.2 pounds.  Nice.  Very nice.  And, I am hoping, when I get more water out, to lose another five or ten, right on the spot.  Seriously, I've still got a lot of fluid floating around in there.  Still?  Even if this is it, I am good.  It also means I continued to lose fat, it's just that water is being retained, and taking up the loss.  I have less fat, just water replacing it.  The scale doesn't know the difference.  Or... my scale doesn't.  Some, it is suggested, might.  I don't trust the tech, or I might have bought one.

Well?  A bit of gaming, as I dry off.  Just the hair, I'm dressed as if to go somewhere, or do something.  Later.