I know I should stop weighing myself daily. But that’s just not going to happen. It’s just something about me that’s not going to change. Unless Jonathan hides the scale, I guess. It’s like the fact that anytime I buy anything new that I’m at all excited about, I have to pull it out of the bag in the car and open it up before I ever get out of the parking lot. Heck, Meghan got a new remote controlled car and I was tearing into that box before the kids could eat their dinner. But I digress. I weighed myself this morning and I was a full pound plus higher than I was yesterday morning. I know the entire list of reasons – real and wishful thinking – as to why that can be the case. I know that it could be partly because of the ridiculous number of cheddar biscuits I ate at Red Lobster yesterday, though to my credit I only used 3 out of banked for that – I did really good the rest of the day. I know about water weight, I know about the timing of weighing, I know, I know, I know. But it still frustrates the heck out of me to see that number go up.