Shelly -
It's 239 for me. Sends me into an eating frenzy. I'm not sure if I can actually put my finger on what I'm feeling when it happens but I don't worry if it's wrapped into fearing change. It sounds silly but I think a small part of me fears change. Like if I cross over that number, I can not take it back. I can not go back to being me.
It's also the point where people may start to notice your weight loss. And although I crave attention, there is a point where I don't want people to notice so much. Ya know? Like, I wish I could just keep the fact that I'm trying hidden for awhile so people wouldn't nod knowingly if I fail. Does any of this make sense?
Lastly, my fat is my shell from the big, bad, evil world. It's much safer in my mind to be fat than to be thin. It's familiar territory and I know how to exist in it. Moving to a different neighborhood (the 230's) is scary to me. I know this is all heady and psychological but hey, I'm psychotic!
Hope that helps!