This morning, I was convinced that the scale had broken. I should have gained a bit from the carbs in dinner last night. For that matter, the carbs in dinner last night should have ensured a leg-free sleep. They didn't; I was out of bed 3 or 4 times to sort out the position of my left foot (hmm, maybe I could make a movie about it....). So I'm tired this morning and get on the scale and watch the numbers go up - to 153.2. I lost another bloody pound yesterday. After noshing on McDonalds. No supersizing here, I guess.
As for the scale, Lee said it showed him up a pound, so it's not suddenly come down with some sort of under-reporting issue. Man, that was weird, though. Totally unexpected.
FWIW, I think last night established conclusively that salt is our culprit, though. 2 nights ago, no leg issues, lost a pound. Last night, ate a small order of fries with liberal salt and a quarter pounder, probably also with liberal salt, St Vitus Dance all night,... and lost a pound. And I know I was properly hydrated yesterday, if that matters. So tonight, easy on the salt (although I had IHOP for breakfast, which may have queered it for the day already), and we'll see how things go.
Hey, cool! I didn't lie when I used salt-means-cramps as my excuse not to add bottled saline solution to my diet a couple of weeks ago!
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