sixteen months, 73 pounds down, and the last 21 days have been one long staring contest with 181.4. I’m doing the unglamorous stuff: protein first at breakfast, a 30-minute walk after dinner, two 25-minute strength sessions, water, sleep, tracking without obsessing. The scale just shrugs.
I’ve had slow stretches before that broke after I stopped panicking, but day 21 still makes me want to bargain with the universe. I’m determined, not quitting — just bored of being patient.
For anyone who’s come out the other side of a long slow stretch: did you change one small thing, or just keep showing up until your body caught up?