The pharmacy tech knows my name and I still feel flat

I’m about seven months into this, down 31 pounds, and my little local pharmacy has become a regular pit stop. The tech there asks about my dog and my tomato plants. My insurance switched to a new prior auth in March, and I spent a whole Saturday on hold before it went through. I expected to feel like dancing. Instead, I’ve been sort of gray and cranky, snapping at my husband over dumb stuff like the dishwasher. I’m still walking two miles after supper and getting protein at breakfast, but the inside doesn’t match the outside yet. Anyone else have the scale move and the mood just lag behind? Not looking for medical advice, just wondering if I’m the only one who feels a bit miserable while doing the right things.