Losing Ground

This has not been a good week thus far, and I'm starting to detect a pattern.
The scale hit an all-time low on Saturday, just as I began my last post.  Since then, it has consistently gone up.  Every. Single. Day.  As of this morning, it stands at exactly one pound higher.  I haven't cheated on my calories, and I exercised my ass off on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.  No lie, my cheeks are even sore today.

But, my period started on Sunday, four days early this cycle. 

While I've read that it's perfectly normal for women to gain even as much as five pounds during that magical time of the month and that it's mainly water weight, it is of no consolation whatsoever as I stare at the number on the scale.  You can put whatever spin on it you want, but the bottom line is in the red and I don't like it one bit.

Now that I finally made the connection between my worst scale week each month and the presence of my period, you would think I'd be smart enough to stay off the damn thing for a few days and save myself the aggravation.  But, no.  I'm a glutton for punishment.

And Easter weekend is on the horizon.  Creamy potato salad.  Ham.  Paska bread smothered in butter and horseradish.  Chocolate galore.  I can't skip Easter.  Can I?

This one pound gain has me mad.  I can't wait to see what happens Monday morning when it's more like five or six.  Even though I'm prepared for the worst, the scale may still end up in pieces.