Has been my low twice now, which leaves 2 lbs to go to be down 60, and 20 to go to be where I’d be thrilled to call a stable target.
Since this is happening essentially without trying, except that some changes seem to have kicked even the effects of drug cessation metabolism change along harder, I have no idea where it will stop, or that it won’t plunge right on past any goal I might have decided upon partway through.
If 205 was actually a stable wait that maintains itself on the right diet, but which took work to maintain back when my diet was crappier, perhaps that’s where I’ll land. I’d expect the process to slow down by then, at least.
Obviously it’d be bad if this is medically induced in a bad if not yet obvious way, but I think it’s otherwise.
What’s weird, besides shirts hanging so loosely and such, is things like no longer being able to sleep on my belly as comfortably, and the baby clearly not being as comfortably laying on me to nap as I lean back in my chair. Which needs to be replaced, as it’s hopelessly broken, and that’s buried under tons of other priorities, like eating and keeping the utilities on and such. A shame Valerie destroyed my spare desk chairs.
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