Forty-six pounds down and the next stretch feels sticky

I’m 46 pounds down since last October. The last seven weeks the scale has bounced inside a two-pound range, and I’m tired of pretending that doesn’t sting. I lift twice a week, walk around 7k steps most days, and I actually eat breakfast now. My waistband says progress; the scale says hold my beer. I’m not quitting, but I am grumpy. For folks who hit this middle stretch: what kept you from turning every meal into a spreadsheet? Did you change anything, or just ride it out?