i was at 149.6 when i went to sleep this morning. i'm at 149.0 now. it's time to eat again.
i'm noticing some more substantive weight loss over the last few days (i've had to tighten my belt to stop my pants from falling off), and it's had a noticeable effect on the acne. the puffiness akin to an allergic reaction - the stupid jock face syndrome - has lifted, which is exposing a lot of blemishes under the build up of dead skin that is coming off, and that are starting to wash off. so, it looks maybe worse right now, but it's getting better. give it a few more pounds and that should clear up.
i don't think i've ever been over 150 pounds before previously in my life, and i'm 45 years old. this is highly uncharacteristic and about as fat as i'm ever going to get. the reason it snuck up on me is that i've never had to deal with it before. i've always struggled to gain weight; i've always been too thin. i caught it when my bmi started coming up over 23 and i started to notice the acne resulting from it.
if i start getting back into my normal exercise routine soon, i shouldn't find myself that concerned about the weight. i'm just still struggling to climb out of the rock bottom i hit a few years ago due to the pandemic restrictions, which functionally ended my social life and which i never recovered from, and reestablish a sense of normality. reasserting my normal weight is a healthy part of this process of renormalizing.