I'm still pretty flat, loss-wise. But I put on a suit this morning (going to court), and I realized that the pants really are too big. They need to be taken in. The win? I've had them taken in once already.
Don't ask me how or why, but even though my weight is the same (maintenance!), I'm shrinking a bit. Honestly, I'm really stumped as to how this works. My weight is virtually the same as it was a month ago, but I am smaller. I have not been tracking measurements, but I may start.
I don't wish I were back to my old habits. In fact, I find it hard to take a breather. A few weeks ago, I was trying to eat more, but I couldn't make myself eat crap. Don't laugh, but I think I had a brief glimpse at how anorexics view food. (I'm not even close, but it was interesting.) This is not to say that I don't eat some processed foods. I do. But I try to stick with stuff that is real food, not processed, not overly manipulated. (I mean, seriously, bread is processed, but it's a pretty simple food. Same with cheese, though my cheese intake is pretty limited.)
I guess the upshot is, I'm learning to live with the slow pace of the loss. It seems possible that my body is catching up. I'm ok. What the hell.