I have avoided writing because I didn't want to sound like a sorry sack of potatoes. Despite the physiological impossibility of it, the scale told me I was two pounds heavier. And I refused to acknowledge it until it went back where it was supposed to, which was today. So back at (or, if I'm in heavy denial, still at) -31. I know, water weight, blah blah blah and how much does that suck? Knowing you're doing everything right and nothing positive is happening? Even worse is someone telling you how great you look, and in your head you are berating yourself for not losing anything in over two weeks, and they're just trying to be nice. In other words, still crazy!