That's where I've been since before Christmas; playing hot potato with the same two pounds. ugh.
It seems like I'm doing all that I should be. I'm staying under 1,200 calories a day, drinking lots of water (I haven't had a Diet Pepsi in ages) and taking my medicine the right way every day. But, apparently, I've hit a wall. I can't eat less. So, I've decided to try the thing I dread...exercise.
My Little Minion is a very overweight eight year old. Like me, he has a slow metabolism. He eats well and is as active as a normal eight year old boy, but "normal" doesn't work with our bodies. He has said repeatedly that he wants to run like his dad (who's a marathon runner) and I need a fitness buddy who is near the same exercise capacity as me. Hmm. Spending time with my son, doing something together that's good for us. Ding, ding! We have a winner!

I'm still determined to lose 65 pounds this year and keep it off for the rest of my life.
If I can just stop playing hot potato...