Sixteen months in. I expected some cinematic moment. Instead my maintenance dashboard is three boring metrics: protein at breakfast, a 20-minute walk after lunch, and lights out by 11. The medication made the appetite noise manageable; the metrics keep the week from turning into a loose pile of snacks and good intentions. I still weigh daily, but I only care about the 7-day median. It moved 0.4 lb this month, which is basically weather. The wins I notice now are systems wins: packed lunch four days in a row, didn't graze while cooking dinner, zero 3 p.m. collapse. Not inspirational, just stable. Anyone else find the post-goal phase less emotional and more like maintaining a small server uptime?
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