I passed the halfway point so long ago that I almost forgot it happened. What I remember is that it wasn't a clean before-and-after; it was a lot of ordinary weeks stacked together.
Now I've been holding in the low 140s for about three months, give or take a pound or two on any given morning. My routine is pretty unglamorous: same breakfast most days, a walk after dinner, and a Sunday check-in where I look at the monthly line instead of today's number.
The midpoint was less motivational quote and more 'oh, this is just my life now.' The long game feels unremarkable in the best way. For those past goal, what has kept you steady when there's no finish line to chase?