For the last three months I’ve been living at 202–206. Same food, same walks, same log. It’s been a grind, and I was starting to think my body had just decided this was home. This morning the display said 199.6. First time below 200 since 2021. I thought I’d cry or yell, but I just sat on the edge of the tub. I’m happy, but also suspicious — one salty dinner could put me back over. The only changes I made were a 20-minute walk after dinner and not picking while I cook. Could be coincidence, could be the missing piece. Anyone else hit a milestone and immediately distrust it?