We are under 'house arrest" missing only the unremovable ankle monitor
which would only add weight :-)

It's been brutally cold here, interfering with my recently launched
walking project.

And I have been turning in and waking earlier. (7:30 p.m. and 4:30 a.m.
How crazy is that?)

Between dusk and dawn there is a magic witching hour when the two
pounds of water and fiber added during the preceding day drop off
again.
The new earlier body clock had me weighing in extra early and shock and
horror, Batman, I had ballooned above my higher set point and up more
than the two flexible pounds..  i tried to go back to sleep and had the
worst thoughts. Was I really headed back for 219 this time? I also had
been kind of in solitude having had some problems with a very close
friend and avoiding a lot of interaction until I sorted it out.

So I recited the Hamlet speech about whether t'is nobler etc. I thought
about Jay Jay's bounce back and decided thinking was getting me
nowhere.
Action is always the answer. Magic and wishful are not enough.

I got up, did my weight training, dusted, washed the kitchen floor and
weighed in again at the more conventional time, 8:00 a.m. and was back
down to yesterday's weight (also no bargain). I set a goal of losing
one, yes just one pound.

A reprieve like that really gets your wheels in motion. I plan to take
the subway to where our underground indoor mall starts and walk several
miles, meet my son for a salad and walk back, and then do Pilates.
I also did eight flights of stairs and had a sensible breakfast of half
a grapefruit and a scrambled egg. I reminded myself that it's good to
be alive, have a little bulge in my biceps (but not in my butt) and I
recall that when my stepfather's dad passed at 72, we all said, "but
after all, he's an old man"

And I truly was aware of how blessed I am to be active and strong at 74.

Who knows, maybe there's even a reality show in my future, "Fat
Pensioner."