Why I will never understand weight loss..

I've blogged about my weight loss attempts before. It's actually been going pretty well from a poundage standpoint - assuming that the scale in my bathroom is pretty well synced with the one at my doctor's office, I've lost about 40 pounds from where I was in November. I don't really feel like I've lost that much though - I look in the mirror, and I'm still fat. My goal is to lose anohter 60 pounds or so, so I've got a ways to go. I'm not losing weight as fast as I was when I started, and it's going to get harder to lose weight - I start a 2-night-a-week class in a week and a half, which will cut into my excersize time as well as make snacking more tempting since I'll always be on the run.

But sometimes it's hard for me to understand why I lose or don't lose weight - I'll cheat and still lose some weight, or I'll be really good and not lose any.

This weekend I was up at my parents. I wasn't as good as I usually am about what I eat - I had desert every night, including cake and italian pastries. Lots of fatty foods. I had a Quizno's sub for lunch one day, dripping with cheese and french onion mayo. I didn't exersize as much as a I normally do. But when I got back to Maryland and weighed myself, I had lost 2 pounds.

Now, I was more careful than I would be a year ago about what I ate - my old visiting the parents routine involved me going to a local deli for breakfast and getting a "belly-buster" (ham, cheese, eggs, potatos, bacon, sausage, and pork roll on a sub roll) for breakfast at least one day. But it still puzzles me that I lost any weight at all. It didn't really surprise me, though, because the exact same thing happened when I was home for memorial day.