I finally did it. After about a two month plateau. I think that's the longest plateau I've ever had without a discouraged binge.
153.0 this morning. I almost didn't believe it, I had to step on and off the scale a few times. Same reading each time.
I think the only thing keeping me going was the fact that I was actually getting smaller. My waist is down to just below 26 inches and one of my size 4 pairs of shorts is getting to be too big (the others that were snug fit fine) so even though my weight wasn't budging, at least something seemed to be changing. Really I could fit into size 2 (which is the dress size I wear) if it wasn't for my giant thighs and ass.
A likely help has been that I've been avoiding sugar. Turns out the reason I was feeling so high all the time is that I have what's called "post-prandial reactive hypoglycemia". It took me a while to figure it out because even though I had been checking my blood sugar (one of my first thoughts when I started feeling odd as my father, brother, and maternal grandmother all have/had Type I diabetes) when I was fasting it was 70 (which is as low as it can be and still be considered normal) and about an hour and a half to two hours after I ate, it would be between 90 and 108, which is still fine. What I hadn't done was check it every 10 minutes after eating. It would initially go up (to only about 118) and then plummet down into the 50's before stabilizing about an hour after I ate.
So I've been dealing with trying to steady my blood sugar, which is a very good thing. It's nice to have a "medical condition" as an excuse to get out of eating garbage. And it's easier for me to resist binges because I know I'll feel like shit if I do it (and not just mentally).
I can't help thinking this whole "condition" is slightly my fault. Too many years of binge/starve/gain/lose. Probably fucked up an already iffy pancreas. Oh well. It's not full-blown diabetes and I can live with it. Probably a blessing in disguise.