I hit my target in early spring — 63 lbs down over about 17 months — and the strange part is how anticlimactic the next morning felt. I still logged breakfast, still packed the same lunch, still took the same walk after dinner.
Maintenance for me has looked like a four-month experiment in not getting bored: weekly weigh-ins averaged, a tape measure every other Sunday, and a rule that I only change one thing at a time. My weight has stayed inside a 5-lb band, which feels less like a victory lap and more like the routine finally having somewhere to land.
The biggest surprise is that I don’t want to celebrate with a big meal; I want a quiet Sunday and my same soup. For those further out: what’s your least dramatic sign that maintenance is actually holding?