The odds are stacked against me!

So day three of exercise came and went and guess what? I was in the mix! YAY ME!! The morning came with no motivation and no answers to the "calls for help" that I was sending. But, hallelujah! The phone rang! And my prayers were answered! I packed up Thing 3 and met up with CB and we  got on our way. There was, however, no silence to be had. There was a soundtrack of epic proportions to be heard over our conversation. Thing 3 would be heard! That is right, people, we spent 4 miles grooving to the sound of screams! Now I know you are just brimming with jealousy but here's the good part....wait for it...nothing motivates a mom to exercise faster than the sound of a banshee shaped like your kid. Truly, I moved much quicker than I otherwise would have past all the evil glares and stares of astonishment and...my favorite, looks of irritation I garnered from all whom I passed. Perhaps it was in my head but nonetheless I found my motivation! Not that I enjoy the sound of nails on a chalkboard, but I was grateful that CB did not mind. At least I garnered no ill will from her. Though, I wonder if she noticed the volume of my conversation rising with the vicissitudes of Thing 3's pitch. Thus with the beginning of my day starting out so well, the rest of the day continued on the same note. I ate poorly, drank little, and frankly I could have used a nap. I should have taken one, too! At least it would have made me happy for a few minutes. Though I probably would have had to take a nap in the bathroom. It cuts down on the interruptions.
On a more...intellectual note, I was wondering if your weight fluctuates within a couple of pounds, at what point can you actually say you lost that weight? And do you have to keep in mind the last time you had a movement? I know that's gross but it's something to consider. When people go in for a weigh in, or however they do it, do they, in conjunction with shedding all extra accessories, ie. shoes, jewelry, etc. do they consider internal accessories?
Well, to end this on a more positive note, my day was not bad. It was my "fitness day" (which, I call it that because I'm not technically on a diet) that was bad. But it's early yet and I have a long way to go.
Quote of the day: "Nothing tastes as good as fitting into those skinny jeans." Amen, sista! I mention sista specifically because if a guy told me that I think we'd be going to blows depending on which hormone was in control at that moment. I guess he could luck out and only have to watch me cry as opposed to ripping his intestines out through his nose. (Oh, think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.)