Until recently, it could really get me down. I've lost the vast majority of the weight I intend to lose, and yes, it's been consistently slowing down and stalling out for a week or two at a time for a while now. And then spring finally hit, and I've spent the last week out in the garden, working my tail off, for hours and hours each day. My weight has been bouncing all around over a 1-2 pound spread, even though I've been very strictly on-plan with my eating, and were I to weigh myself tomorrow, which I won't, my weight would be up, since I twisted my ankle, and my right foot and leg is swollen (it's hideous! I look at it and think, whoa, my leg used to look like that ALL THE TIME, and now I want my hard-earned shapely ankle back, please) and yeah, no question, I am retaining some water there.
...And right now, I just don't care. I'm doing everything right, I've just been hammering my muscles, and hey, they're responding! I am so strong! I can do so much, and it makes me very happy. I can work very hard, doing heavy work,
all day long, and it feels fantastic. Instead of going into a spiral of anger and self-loathing, because the scale just. won't. move., I'm kind of shrugging it off. It'll move again eventually. I'm running a serious calorie deficit, getting plenty of exercise, and I can do that now, because I've put in all the work of getting to where I am. What the heck, I'll get a little extra wear out of my current clothing before I drop into the next size, and my body is shrinking, even if the scale is unaware of it.
I'm at the really good stuff now, and I WILL shed these last sixteen pounds, but I am absolutely determined to enjoy my body as it is right at this very moment, except for that bloody sprained ankle, of course.