I think when two people have shared nearly every meal for twenty-some years, you get similar plateaus, not the same weight, but the same era of what-you-weighed-when, and ergo—when you diet together, you’re going to have sticking-spots near the same time. Jane and I don’t weigh the same, but we sure have been battling this one.

Now granted we made two trips out to eat; but we stayed within guidelines. Granted we had one bottle of Champagne, but we had no weight bobble after that.

But my 192 and Jane’s–whatever-it-is—have been stuck in place for at least two weeks and nearly 3. We’ve gotten back on our vitamins, which had lapsed in the chaos, and we’re being careful to drink water. But try as we would, I’d go up to 193, down to 192.5, down to 192, up to 193 for no earthly reason, and often after I’d worked like a dog, physical labor, and endured being really, really hungry. Then…last few days, with the tension of the tank delivery off, 191.5. Now 190.5. I think we’re starting to move past it. No difference in the diet. Nothing new. Same 5 meals, over and over and over. No snacks. No alcohol. It just decided to budge, finally.

If I can break 189, I’ll be really, really happy. Jane has her own target, but we’ve resolved to eat these same friggin’ five frozen meals every day for a year, if it gets us down into territory we want to see again.

So there’s a reason that weight graph hasn’t budged. It’s because it hasn’t budged. But it’s starting to show signs of movement.

Yay us!