I’m 57, and the quiet house took some getting used to. Instead of waiting to feel inspired, I started putting on shoes after lunch and walking to the produce stand, then cooking whatever looked good.
First it was 10 minutes; now it’s usually 45. I’ve kept a simple food log for 18 weeks, mostly sheet-pan dinners and soups, and I’m down 29 pounds.
The medication gave me some breathing room, but the cooking and walking are doing the quiet work. The scale has been quiet for about five weeks, which is annoying, but my knees feel better and I can tie shoes without the little grunt.
For folks further along: what’s one small evening change that helped when progress felt invisible?