I weigh myself every day to ensure that I don’t start gaining back the thirty pounds that I lost earlier this year. I usually do this routinely each morning. This morning, however, I noticed a curious and alarming thing - I was five pounds heavier!

Thinking back over the week, I tried to remember if I was five pounds heavier on any of the other days. I didn’t think so. Was I heavier Saturday, when we made buffalo wings, cheese sticks and poppers? No, not that I recall… How about Friday or Monday, the nights we went out for a pitcher of margaritas and fajita nachos? I don’t really remember those nights very clearly, but I doubt it. Hmmm…

Surely I wasn’t heavier on Sunday, when we went to the all-you-can-eat pizza buffet for dinner. (I recall the day vividly because I had a swiss patty melt and steak fries for lunch, and regretted that I had no gravy for the fries. That would have been tasty.) No, I wasn’t any heavier on that day, I’m almost certain.

And then I realized - I hadn’t removed my socks! I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed sooner. It’s hard to believe how much clothes can skew the numbers, but whew! I’m relieved that there isn’t a larger problem. My success is ensured, so long as I keep a constant vigil.

It’s going to be a good day after all!

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