Olympics and goals (eeep!)

I had no clue curling was really an olympic sport. I vaguely remember hearing about it once a while ago (probably the last winter olympics?) but I think I filed it away as a joke. But the captain of the Canadian team claims it is a real sport, and not just part of the Olympics because it always has been. (OK, that last emphasis might be mine). But obviously several somebodies (or an important somebody) agree seeing as how it's still an Olympic sport, so OK. Curling. Huh.

Also, see that picture? How is this physically possible? How can he maintain that body position on slick ice and not have his skate slip out from underneath him? Apparently I need to brush up on my physics because, seriously? Mind officially boggled (that's Apolo Ohno, by the way, who won a silver in his first event today).

So for the record, I love the Olympics, especially winter. I don't know why but I get excited about a lot more winter sports than summer sports. One of the things that encouraged me to start working out so much (aka, three hours per day, six days per week) 10 years ago was the fact that the place I lived was a high altitude training ground for Olympians. Not the official one, of course, but we sure had a hell of a lot of people from around the world come to train. Seeing all those people just makes you feel bad about being so lazy, to be honest. There also might have been something about a friend I had, who liked to make out, and thought haunting the gym and lusting after Olympians was a good way to spend an hour or two.... 10 years later and she's still got similar stories to make me laugh.

SO, I save my exciting news for last because I'm trying not to jump the gun on getting excited. But.... I unofficially reached my first goal of losing 10 pounds. At least, when I weighed myself this morning, that's sure what it looked like. I say I'm trying not to get excited, though, because it was on the border of there still being maybe a quarter pound left (I use a balance scale, not a digital scale). So, I figure I'll weigh myself again in the morning and see how things look.

I know I just told you I only lost 1/2 pound last week, which the observant reader would realize means I lost two pounds in three days and would then make you say, "Um, not possible." But here's the thing... My body likes to do this thing where it stocks up on water (or something) for weigh-in day so I can get a less-than-impressive number. Then, literally the next day it dumps a bunch of weight, kind of as a way to mock me, I think. Look back at my record and see how one week I lost nothing and the next week was 3.5 pounds? Well, when that 0 loss happened I weighed myself the next day and was already 1.5 or 2 pounds down (which is what I expected weigh-in day because I had worked my arse off). So really those were both normal weeks of 1.5 to 2 pound losses, they just didn't appear that way on weigh-in day. I think this is just another case of that, because I also worked hard last week.

I don't know if anyone else has this issue of weight falling off the day after weigh-in day, but I've decided it truly is my body's little joke with itself. I tend to not change the numbers, though, because I want to stick true to what I saw that Wednesday. Plus, who knows, I could gain it all back tomorrow. That's why I consider myself to have unofficially reached my goal. If tomorrow's weigh-in corroborates, I'll make it official.

On that happy note, I'm going to return to studying. Woo, woo! What better way to spend a Saturday night. (Oh wait, I could think of a few...)