While I was out and about after work today, I decided that, notwithstanding the risks, I would use the little machine at a local Shopper's Drug Mart to weigh myself.
The last time I did was on March 4th (using the same machine) to update the surgical clinic's records and to facilitate a portion of the intake process and it was when I was sort struck by the resulting number. Not because I was technically underweight, but because I was being quantitatively informed about a result of what I was doing, but didn't want to admit.
All to say that, at least as of today, I weigh the same as I did on March 4th.
I have stopped losing and I feel okay with that.
At least I think I do.
Hard things are hard.
April 27, 2026