So this made me happy this morning.
During the week and a half I was away for my dad's surgery, my normal eating patterns were seriously disrupted. I ate more than a few diner dinners, some days I had no lunch (one day "lunch" was a Milky Way
), I did little cooking at my dad's house, and I had two dinners of Pennsylvania Dutch chicken pot pie (not a pie, but a chicken stew with some potatoes and large numbers of egg noodles).
But when I weighed myself this morning, I had gained only a pound or two of weight, an amount that will easily come off as I get back into my normal eating patterns. This made me happy because I feared that I had gained a lot more weight than that--although I had noticed that my trousers had not gotten tighter during that period.