First time I’ve cracked that weight plateau since the 1970’s.
Happy dance!
And here’s something I posted while talking about diets on FB, but it took me decades and some soul-searching to figure this out, so it’s worth sharing, where applicable:
“Cooks—let me add one other REAL nasty trap we get into. Cooking is our hobby. We think about it—and food—a lot. We *plan* food. We *buy* food. We get *luv* from food. And *compliments.* Face it—we’re addicted.

“Going totally over to the frozens in March—I felt a little panicked. Come my usual prep-time, I’d get up, go to the kitchen, and stand there asking myself what I was going to do. Too early to put a packet in the microwave. Too early to do anything. No grazing while cooking, either. So I go sit down and think about—food.

“—–Well, after 3 months, I now know that cooking time is 12 minutes for 2 packets, and that I need to be in the kitchen at 15 of 5, not 4 pm.

“I also know that the big problem with Jane losing weight—and us losing weight—was ME! I was cooking too much food, wrong kind of food, too heavy on the fat and carbs, and I was providing enough for us two to feed a family of 6.”

[Note: Jane kept blaming herself, because she’d gain, even when we were dieting, especially when the snack-urge would hit and she’d commit some indiscretion… Wrong, Jane. It was me, the villain all along. I was providing the carbs that would trigger the snack-urge, and almost setting it up that that would happen. I didn’t realize I was doing it. But I was.]

“I have stopped, after half a year, thinking about food. So if you ARE the household cook, and trying to figure why the diets never work—my advice is—shudder—stop getting your warm-fuzzies from food and its preparation, and fahgeddaboudit! at least until you get where you’re going!”

I’ve cracked my worst plateau. Jane is a few pounds from hers, and looks to crack it by the end of September. Yay us!