For the better part of this month, my weight has been dancing around 84kg. Some days I'm well below 84 but not never below 83. Other days I'm back up to around 85kg. My overall weight trend for the past few months remains a downward one, but I'm sensing that I'm approaching another one of those weight plateaus that annoy me so much. But I've been at this long enough to be patient enough to just ride the wave as best I can.
Interestingly enough, I've able to comfortably move another notch tighter on my current belt, which means that despite the lack of consistent weight loss things are shifting around. I'd like to think that my recent efforts to do a bit more exercise most weekday mornings is having some sort of an effect in terms of moving things around so I'm not so flabby even if my weight doesn't always go down. At the very least I do feel better with all these sessions and I admittedly feel worse when I miss the chance to walk or jog. The recent drizzly weather has disrupted my routine and forced me to stay closer to home in order to avoid the possibility of getting trapped outdoors should it ever rain for real. It hasn't gotten that significant yet but I'm always one to prepare for the worst.
But still, I'd rather for my weight to go down sooner rather than later, but I know I need to remain patient through all this. It's all a process that takes a lot of time and effort and I just have to stay the course until I get to a better weight range.