I gained a pound this week! I’m trying to act happy about it, but it’s hard not to freak out and start restricting. Instead of thinking, “I’ve gained a whole pound of fat instead of muscle,” I’m going to try to think, “I gained a whole pound of fat that my body desperately needs to keep warm and have energy. I’m a pound closer to taking my summer class. I’m a pound closer to being able to give blood, rock climb, and ice skate. I am gaining a pound I lost. I am not gaining extra weight. I’m restoring my body.” In order to take my microbiology college class, I need to gain an average of a pound a week for the next four weeks. Right now, I’m too light to safely give blood, rock climb, or ice skate. If I get a concussion or seriously injured, I probably wouldn’t be let out of the hospital. So, it’s incredibly important that my body “gets fat.” So….. Yay! I gained a pound!