I know it's not much, but I was never more happy to see that quarter pound drop than I was this morning.

Those three numbers above were last Friday, this Monday and today, which I finally was surprised with that think that sorta rhymes with "consternation" or "frusTRUation." Just one of the thrills that comes with being 51.

Like I always say, it's not a cycle, it's a roulette wheel.

Anyway (TMI, right?), I adjusted my calories from what My Fitness Pal was telling me I COULD eat, and I'm sticking with what I SHOULD eat, which is 1,400-1,500 a day. I'm drinking lots more water, fitting in more vegetables and sleeping more.

Y'know, all those crazy, sensible things.

I'll be spending the weekend flushing out my PMS bloat and will check in with Mr. Withings (my scale) to see how the de-bloat is coming along.

The weather has been pretty swampy and rainy so today's walk is out of the question but that doesn't mean I need to sit here on my caboose.

So if you'll excuse me, I think I'll fire up the DVD player and have a pre-dinner Zumba dance party with my oversized maracas (no, really, they are maracas -- what did you think I meant?).

I bought them last year at Fitbloggin' from Zumba instructor and force of nature Sue O'Lear, aka Mrs. Fatass, who just opened her own fitness studio in Wilson, NC, with her partners from Trio Fitness -- is that cool or what?