My mom stopped by last evening for a visit, and of course the usual subject of how good I look in my jeans/top came up...she asked what my goal weight is. I said 140 lbs. She knows I'm currently in the 144 range, so she then asked me what my next goal will be once I reach 140.
I didn't know what to say, because I hadn't considered that, but after a moment I said that I guess I won't really need a new goal, because my body will continue to lose the fat until it's done. It's not like I'm starving myself, so I won't whither away completely; my body will just become optimized, I suppose.
I like that idea.
This afternoon at work I was a bit peckish (my lunch was two sausages and the leftover veggies from dinner) so I went to see if there was anything decent enough to buy from the vending machine. Silly tit!! Of course there wasn't anything good in there...but my eyes locked on my old nemesis Coffee Crisp for a fleeting moment. I thought for sure I'd give in (always did before) but I didn't. And it didn't bother me one bit.
I went back to my desk and promptly forgot about eating until I got home. Success!