Still sticking on 72kg here, which is the weight I was for years and years so I'm trying to be cool about it. You get in a funny headspace with it, don't you? It feels to me a bit like a task I'm doing now, and I want to get it finished, like unloading the dishwasher. I hate to leave things half done. They nag at me.
I just cannot take the side effects of going up so I have to accept this glacial pace - which isn't really glacial just comparatively so, I guess. I'm in the middle of a crucial work project and I can't be falling asleep at 2pm, which is what happens when I go up even a little bit! I sleep all day and I need an electric blanket, like an elderly spaniel.
My trousers are now too large and in danger of falling down, I realised yesterday on my way out for dinner. I'm going out dancing on Friday and I might need some more securely attached bottoms. Hmmm.
1/4 of my hair has fallen out, roughly. I had an absolute mane so it's not super obvious to others but wow, what a thing to experience. I have complicated feelings about my hair - as a young woman I was briefly a catwalk hair model at shows (because it really is like a Girls World situation up there) - but I hated the attention and cut it very very short to get away from it. I grew it again when I hit ~35, because people are much nicer to me when I have this hair, sadly. I always said I'd cut it again once I got into C-suite, and here I am, so maybe it's time.