I peed off 12 pounds last night.
Yesterday at work, I was freaking myself out with my need to urinate every 30 minutes. I mean having to go BAD. Bad as in, it hurts to wait. I drink a LOT of water, usually about six bottled waters a day, and my cube-mates always tease me for excusing myself to go to the ladies room every hour, but it was excessive even for me. For those of you, like my mother, who hear that and think something is wrong -- nothing is wrong. I have ALWAYS been like that. Anyway, though, yesterday was excessive even for me. During the day I deliriously wondered if I was peeing weight off, but I still FELT huge. I came home and immediately stripped down to my underpants and weighed myself and was still right at 272. I was depressed, and I ate some cocoa crispies and passed out on the couch.
When I dragged myself off the couch and went to bed at 9pm, I was still at 272.
I got up and peed at least once an hour until I woke up at 6am. I slept a little sounder each time I went back to bed, since everytime I weighed myself before going back to bed I weighed a little bit less.
Now, I am still not on track to make my goal of 255 by 6/19... but I'd take that over a ten pound gain ANY day of the week.
Sorry to freak my readers out, and Mer, I am especially sorry to you for crying on your shoulder.