Six weeks of bouncing between the same two pounds while living out of a suitcase — three hotel nights a week, coffee at 6am, whatever the conference platter offered at noon.
I kept side-eyeing the scale. Then I actually read my own log and saw the pattern: a protein bar at dawn, a 9pm room-service club sandwich, and basically zero vegetables for days at a stretch. Two meals, both of them lonely and beige.
What budged it wasn't heroic. I started grabbing a rotisserie chicken and a bag of pre-cut veg from whatever grocery store sat near the hotel, and kept both in the mini fridge. I also stopped treating the lobby oatmeal situation as a personal challenge.
Four pounds came off across the next three weeks, slow, and the 2pm crash between conference rooms mostly quit showing up.
Not one magic fix. Just real food within reach before I got hungry enough to order fries at 9pm.
What cracked your flat stretch — food, sleep, steps, or simply time?