I still don’t like Helen.

I kind of knew something awful was going to happen at the gym, and for some reason I just didn’t care that much. I figured I’d take the run easy, then I decided I’d do the kettlebell swings easy, and then I tried to stay on the pullups longer than I usually do. I finally broke the 10 minute mark on Helen today by doing something else quite simple: cheating. My last few pullups weren’t as pretty as they should have been.

My new bathroom scale is a bad thing to have. I’ve been weighing myself every time I go to the bathroom, just to see if going to the bathroom makes me lighter. I think I weigh more than I thought, but I won’t really know until the morning when I’m good and dehydrated. My clothed weight and my unclothed weight are closer than I thought. The surprising thing is that going to the bathroom does make me measurably lighter. Going to the gym took about 1 pound off, so that means I lost about a pint of fluid even after I drank half my water bottle? Yeesh.

I’m afraid I’m going to have to hide the bathroom scale soon or it’s going to drive me nuts.