Stupid scales. Clearly they are broken and need to be replaced by far more intelligent scales that will obediently tell me my weight is going down.
I know I've got muscle weight because new leg muscles have appeared, which is very pleasing, but my jeans are as snug as ever so I know my body fat isn't going down. The boy assures me I look slimmer but it's not good enough dammit.
Sat through Sunday lunch again at work. It wasn't too much trouble until they decided to make broccoli and cauliflower cheese and my god the smell. If there ever was a trigger smell it's cheese. I can resist tasty tasty bacon, but melted cheese! I had to take myself away.