I have been stuck at 324 for what seems like an eternity now. Sure, I've dipped to 323 here and gone up to 326 there, but my weight just doesn't want to seem to budge for any meaningful period of time from 324. Grr.
I mean, this happens every ten pounds or so, so one of these days soon, I'll find myself below 320 and being amazed at how quickly the weight fell off. Ha ha. No, but really, that's what happens, and I forget all about the little plateau until the next time it happens.
But let me tell you! This morning I woke up feeling pretty darned good about myself. My BODY felt good. I was just about certain I'd dropped a pound or two. Of course, I didn't, but it didn't really even matter. I pulled a pair of jeans out from the dryer that used to make me feel like a sausage and they just glided on. I am wearing a tank top that I haven't been able to wear in a long time. I just felt plain good, dynamite even.
Not all victories are on the scale, as I hope we all know by now.
Another one happened today when I didn't really feel like taking a walk on my lunch break, but I did anyway, and it felt good.
And another one happened on Friday when I decided on a whim to start Couch to 5K again. (It was awesome!)
And more happened when my partner and I went on hikes on both Saturday and Sunday. At the crack of dawn, even.
So yeah, the weight loss is one thing, but it far from the only thing. It might even be just an intended consequence, that's all.