Stepped on this morning after a week of avoiding it — both kids had a stomach bug and I basically lived on crackers and toast. 199.4. I said "wait" out loud, stepped off, stepped back on. Same number. Started at 237 back in early March, so that's about 14 weeks.
The only thing I've really overhauled is the snack drawer. Top shelf is string cheese, the little yogurt cups, and a bin of cut peppers I chop Sunday while the kids eat breakfast. Bottom shelf is still their fruit snacks and I'm not pretending otherwise.
Mealtimes here are pure chaos, so I'm not cooking separate food. I eat what I make them, just less of it and slower. My 18s are baggy now and I dug a pair of 14s out of the closet and they zipped.
Anyone else get weirdly nervous right after a milestone number? I'm kind of scared of the 190s for no logical reason.