Sometimes we receive good things in life that we absolutely don't deserve. Last night I was supposed to make tikka masala at home using the premade sauce from Costco, but then my Instacart delivery person forgot to include it in the order! 😩 This was sad because I craved tikka masala all day and that sauce was the main reason I made the order in the first place 😢 I even looked up the nutrition online and pre-calculated the recipe calories and everything... (world's tiniest violin, I know).
So then I decided "fuck it, I'm getting Indian food no matter what," and ordered from a restaurant. And not only were the calories in that going to be crazy, but I also had more than my fair share. Not a good night.
So of course this morning I knew it was going to be a reckoning with the scale. Not that daily fluctuations are that big of a deal, but I'm sure we can all relate to the fact that it would be disappointing to wake up and see you've gained five pounds overnight. But that didn't happen! I woke up over a pound down! And I hadn't even pooped. God had smiled at the undeserving.
I've heard about the whoosh effect, but my understanding of that is that it allows the body to stop retaining water so tightly; I didn't realize the effect could be so immediate, or that it could outweigh the weight of a bunch of food still in your stomach. If I hadn't had the Indian food, would the scale have been even lower today?
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