I almost peed myself.
The scale in the women's locker room gauged my weight 5 pounds heavier than last Friday. Roughly 72 hours. 1.7 pounds gained per day. Too much salt?
I bought a scale of my own in a mad-dash-of-a-detour home.
I'm the same weight I was Friday. Whew. Never owned a scale. Wonder how soon I'll become obsessed, step on it daily, hourly, after a poo. Weigh my cat or a boob.
I can now pull off my “big girl” pants (i.e. the spendy clothes worn when I worked in an office) without undoing them; they slide off like sweat pants. Sexy, no?