I crossed 47 pounds down today, which happens to match my 12-foot kayak, paddle, and the dry bag I always overpack. I didn’t plan the comparison; I was loading the car for a lake loop and realized I used to get winded just strapping it to the roof.
This time I carried it solo, paddled for an hour, and still had energy for dinner. The scale number is nice, but the ease of that afternoon is what feels real.
For those further along, what non-scale moment made your loss feel concrete?