I've been at 204-206 for six weeks. During that period of time I've been plugging away on plan with the exception of a few days while traveling for work. After all the travel my weight returned to 204 fairly quickly. I was 204.0 this morning. I haven't done anything extreme to try to break what is obviously a plateau, but I am ready to scream and kick my feet. I'm completing six months of successful weight loss with a whimper.
I do understand and celebrate that I have lost 65 lbs, several sizes, plenty of inches, had lots of fun pulling IN the strap on the recent airline seatbelts, and so on. It's not that I don't appreciate progress. I do. I appreciate it SO much that I want to continue losing pounds and inches...
I am VERY close to several major mini-goal landmarks, not least of which is Onederland - yet they might as well be a million miles away.

And so I'm feeling demotivated. Angry. Like I'm not doing a good enough job. Like somehow I didn't use portion control, exercise, careful selection of foods, planning, etc. to lose the initial 65 - I suppose I'm irrationally upset that the ole body isn't rational or even a little empathic.
My partner's solution for this plateau is Atkins. Of course, his solution for everything weight-related is Atkins. I dislike unbalanced approaches to weightloss, but I might try it just to see what happens.
In the meantime, I'm trying to drum up some positive vibes for myself, reminding myself that if I never lose another pound I will STILL be 65 lbs lighter and a lot healthier than I was six months ago.
Thanks for listening...end vent.

I am so glad that you understand and celebrate your 65 pound loss because you really have done great!
Hang in there!
You just have to hang in there.