Down 114 pounds since I started, and I'm 0.4 away from the number I picked out about two years ago. I always figured hitting it would feel like fireworks, but today it just feels quiet.
I've been in a maintenance-ish rhythm for around five months now — same breakfast most days, a walk after dinner, protein before anything else — and the scale has bounced inside a 3-pound window since spring. Went from a size 22 to a 12, which still surprises me in fitting rooms.
Part of me thinks the last 0.4 is meaningless because I'm already living at the size and energy level I wanted. The other part wants to see the exact number just once, for the kid who never thought she'd get here.
For those of you who got close and then stalled right at the finish line — did you push for the last bit, or just let it settle where it settled?