Turned 54 this spring, and the house got quiet when our youngest moved out last fall. I coped by snacking at 9pm in front of the TV.
Fourteen weeks ago I decided to restart instead. Started at 145, stepped on the scale this morning at 113.
The number is nice but the weird stuff is what I notice — I actually look forward to my 7am walk now, three miles around the neighborhood with a podcast.
And I've learned to cook again, real meals, not the frozen stuff I was heating up for two. Down two jean sizes, from a 12 to an 8. My frustration? None, except that my favorite old hoodie now looks like a tent. Anyone else find that the habit changes snuck up on them more than the scale did?