Well, I made it to one day past weighing day. Not too bad.
My intuition (actually my pants) told me there would be little or no difference from two weeks ago. I would have said definitely no weight gain, but couldn't have predicted a weight loss either.
The scale gave me a 0.4 kilo loss, or 0.88 pounds. That could easily be considered statistically non-relevant, but I disagree. What I'm seeing is the weight coming off at an almost imperceptible rate. Since January, I've lost approximately 11% of my body weight. Less than half (5%) of this weight loss has occurred since March, when I entered the "hard lard" stage (I found this wonderful term at notothedeuce).
Would I like to lose weight faster? Do birds fly? Is chocolate one of Nature's perfect foods (OK, I know not everyone agrees on that)? Yes, of course. I'm practically, but not completely, in what most would term maintenance mode. And by my calculations, I still need to lose approximately the same amount as I've already lost, if not a bit more. This enterprise could last another two years or so!
In the past, I have expressed great frustration with this glacial pace, but I think I'm coming around to realizing that the slowness, for me, indicates the depth of the change that's happening. It's a weird metaphor, but I feel like I'm creating a sculpture out of stone, not butter. It takes a lot longer, it's much harder to work with, but my sculpture will be there for years to come.