Frank is playing tricks on me.

For some time now, I've suspected that Frank might not be the accurate beast I would like him to be. It has seemed, lately, as if he has to register a particular weight a certain number of times in a row before he will budge.

This morning, frustrated because he seemed to be stalled at 275, I took off my nightclothes and hopped on again. He settled at 273. I hopped off, put my nightclothes back on, checked again and he was still 273.

Since 273 is the number of the day, that's what I'll go with. :) (Good thing I have WW as a back-up.)

In other news ... I had a very painful time afterschool day before yesterday. The teachers had to come back for "Meet the Teacher" night, so many of them just opted to not go home. I was somewhat stuck there, waiting for Hubby to pick me up. Well, a number of teachers decided to go get food and bring it back, or go out to dinner. Hey, all the power to them -- I'm not going to hold someone else hostage to my weight loss efforts!

But, oh ... I wanted their food so badly. From the salt water taffy (one of my favourites), to the garlic bread, to the pizza, to the Caesar salad loaded with dressing, to my friends who asked if I wanted to accompany them to the Chinese restaurant, it was SO hard. I don't think I can accurately put into words just how difficult that was. I eventually called up Hubby and said, "Get me the HELL out of HERE!" By the time I got home, I just wanted to open up the cupboard doors, open up my mouth, and start pouring. But I didn't.

This isn't going to get any easier, folks. Let's have a little visual reinforcement.