I know I SAID I wasn't going to freak out...

...but freak out I did when I got on the scale today and was three pounds over the zone (at a time when my personal calendar should have had me losing water weight). Ugh. No way to do a steak day today as we went to Seattle and spent the day with friends at the Seattle Science Center's Star Wars exhibit (awesome!). So, a steak is on standby for tomorrow if necessary (I hope it's not, but it's certainly likely.). Bummer. Will I ever accept the inevitability of "doing everything right" yet not having control over the outcome?