Started at 312 in early March. Weighed in at 156 this morning. Roughly 68 weeks, so about 2.3 lbs a week averaged out, with the usual ugly flat stretches.
The process was boring on purpose. Weighed food for the first five months, then eyeballed it once I had enough data to trust my own estimates. Protein first, 8k steps minimum, lift twice a week so I don't end up a deflated balloon.
What's funny is the goalpost moved on its own. I hit the number I'd been chasing for over a year and within about six hours I was calculating the next ten pounds. Objective function updated itself without asking me.
Non-scale stuff that actually registered: 3XL to L shirts, 48 to 34 jeans, and I can tie my shoes without the breathing situation. Didn't expect the shoe thing to be the emotional one.
Anyone else hit their original target and find the finish line quietly relocated? Curious how you recalibrated.