It has been three or four days since the scale has moved to show any weight loss, and I am starting to get frustrated. I have read about the dreaded stall, and I have read about how it can last weeks and months, but I haven’t stalled before more than a day or so. I even skipped the dreaded three-week stall that so many who have had this surgery have discussed.
But here I am, officially into seven weeks, and I am wondering if I am in for a stall of major proportions.
I think I jinxed it. I finally packed up my size 20 clothes and got rid of almost all of the 2X shirts. I even went so far as to go to a second hand store and buy shirts in size large and pants in size 16. I packed up two boxes and a bag full of clothes that no longer fit. And right about the time I did all of this, the scale stopped moving.
Stupid scale. Still, I have lost 40 pounds since this journey began, and I hope this stall doesn’t last long. One thing though — the stall inspires me to exercise more. 
