Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

I really had no idea this much time had passed since I’d updated. I have lots of excuses: killer cold, big changes at work, holiday events. But the real truth is, I haven’t had much to say. I appear to be in maintenance, which is probably a level of Hell that Dante forgot to describe. I didn’t plan to be in maintenance at this weight. I planned it for about 5 pounds less than I am now, but my body seems to have stopped here and I’m not willing to invest the extra exercise it’d take to get the scale to move. I do more and eat less, I weigh 135. I eat more and do less, I weigh 135. This must be where my body feels happy and safe, so this is where I’ll maintain.

But maintenance? Crazy boring. Frustrating. No excitement from small scale victories, no sudden change in pant size that leaves you walking on air. Just day in and day out of the same careful eating and exercise that you realize it’s How Life Must Always Be. At least when I was still losing, the work had a recognizable reward. It’s hard to stay motivated when the only reward is not getting chubby again.

So, here I’ve been. Walking my narrow little path of healthy food choices and running miles on the treadmill and hefting weights and lolling around on exercise balls endlessly. It’s monotonous, but I’m trying to remember to be grateful that I’m where I am. That I’m able to walk the narrow little path without too much difficulty. That this lifestyle has become a habit.

That’s something, I guess.