Scale showed 126 lbs this morning. Catch myself staring at the gap between my thighs way too often since it still doesn't feel real. My clothing sizes barely feel believable either. Noticing odd bony spots I never had before. Keep thinking about buying a floor mirror for the bedroom, then talking myself out of it, reminding myself the ones at the gym work fine if I really need to check. Every single conversation opens with someone commenting on how thin I've gotten. Still see a heavier version of myself in my head, but I recognize that's just my brain lagging behind and try not to dwell on it.
My absolute floor is 121, and I'm on pace to hit that within the next month. After that... I'm calling it, done chasing further loss.
Planning to mark the occasion with one of those enormous bakery muffins, kind of an inside joke with a family here who's basically taken me in. (Weighed around 186 a couple years prior, wolfing down a similar muffin while griping that this medication was out of reach financially. The mother in that household said, totally deadpan, 'If you qualify with obesity plus a related health issue, coverage sometimes kicks in. (Beat.) Grab a second muffin.') These days my typical meals are genuinely satisfying, and hitting the gym is actually enjoyable now that carrying extra weight isn't slowing me down, something nobody warned me about, so that part isn't