For my part I´m reminded of an old kids´ joke where a hitchhiker gets picked up by a trucker (not sure if I´m using that word correctly?). After just a couple minutes of driving the driver takes a big mallet from beneath his seat and bangs it against the divider between the cab and the cargo space as hard as he can. The hitchhiker is kind of weirded out but doesn´t want to say anything - he´s got a long way to go. Still: when it happens again 10 minutes or so later, and again after that, he can´t control his curiosity anymore: "Why on earth do you keep hitting the divider?"
"I´m transporting parrots and I loaded more than the truck´s approved for. So I bang on the divider to startle the parrots and keep half of them flying."
That may just be my personal weightloss experience though: any time things calm down the scale goes up Trying to let some of the parrots out this time, instead of having them settle down on the truck.