Before I went to Melbourne before Easter I was at 88kg. Monday morning last week I was down to 86kg. Yesterday morning I was back up to 88kg. This morning I was 85kg!
And no, I didn't do anything stupid like try and starve myself to get rid of the weight I had put on (I like food to much to do anything like that). In fact I ate everything on my diet (and for once I did actually eat everything. Usually I skip a piece of fruit because I don't like eating whole apples, oranges, etc) and only what was on my diet. One day shouldn't be able to account for 3kg.
I am well aware of the fluctuations in a persons weight during the day, which is why I always weigh myself in a consistent fashion: In the morning before breakfast, but after I've gone to the loo, wearing my casual around-the-house clothes.
Perhaps yesterday was an anomalous reading? I don't really know. I do know I shouldn't have eaten all those chocolates on the weekend (evil Haighs!), but it doesn't seem to have been as bad as I thought.