I didn't believe anything was changing until my old Levi's 541s went from leaving red marks on my hips to actually needing a belt around week 14. The scale had been stuck in the same 3-pound range for almost five weeks, which made me want to throw it out the window, but my waist tape said I'd lost 2.25 inches and my work polo went from pulling across my back to hanging straight.
The weird part was that the week I finally dropped 4 pounds on the scale, my waist didn't budge at all. Bodies are little liars with their own timeline.
What helped was taking a photo every Sunday morning in the same mirror spot wearing the same joggers, plus measuring at the belly button and the widest part of my hips.
I also started logging how my rings felt, because my fingers were the first place I noticed water fluctuations. Around week 20 I had a stretch where I ate mostly the same breakfast and lunch, walked 25 minutes after dinner, and hit a protein goal that kept me from raiding the pantry at 9 pm.
That's when the waist numbers started moving again, even though the scale looked like it was on strike. I'm not saying ignore the trial data, but for me the closet and the tape measure told a much less dramtic and more honest story than any single weigh-in.
The surprise was that my shoe size didn't change at all, but my watch band went down two notches. If you're in a stall, try the jeans-and-tape combo for a month before you decide nothing is happening.