My weight hasn't really changed in the past week and a half. It's a bit disheartening. On one hand, I've made a lot of progress and fifty pounds below where I started is a good place to stall, but on the other hand, I don't feel like I'm ready for my weight to stabilize yet. I feel like I've come too far and endured too much to stop right now. I'm going to have to start being particular about what I eat again. I was getting lax and starting to return to normal eating habits, but I can tell that that isn't going to fly. Those things that I ate that were delicious are probably things that I shouldn't have eaten—at least, not yet. If I haven't lost weight by Monday, my last dietitian appointment, I'll start considering corrective measures, measuring out my food, and being frequently hungry again. I guess if the past couple weeks tell me anything, it's that if I keep exercising regularly and make sort of sane choices, my weight probably won't balloon as soon as I decide to stop losing.
That said, I know I'm still making some progress, even as my numbers stay the same. My strength is continually improving, and I can see that both in the amounts that I can lift, and experience it in the way that the weights feel when I'm working out. I tend to be motivated by a perception of progress, and this is enough to keep me interested for now. Toward the beginning of my little adventure, the most obvious changes were on the scales, but I couldn't really see the changes. Now, the most obvious changes are in the mirror and in the weight room, but my weight isn't really going down very fast.