These "stalls" we all experience and then subsequentially freak out about. "OMahgosh I haven't lost in two weeks!! What's that?! The sky?! It's falling?!" We're all guilty. I'm guilty. You're guilty. I'm pointing at you. Yep.
Maybe we're not stalling at all. Maybe it's our bodies way of telling us, "Hey hold up there cowgirl/boy! If you keep going, we're going to look like a flying squirrel in lipstick and flamingo earrings!"
So, perhaps instead of panicing and grabbing the person closest to us and screaming like maniacs (maybe that one is really just me), we should all relax, have ourselves a cuppa, and let our bodies catch up to where our minds think we should be.
Just an idea