I finally braved getting on the scale this morning. Gratefully, I'm back to within five pounds of my goal weight. I'm glad I didn't weigh myself when I was heavier, because it would have been even more depressing to actually see the number. But now I'm back into my favorite jeans and most of my closet fits, again, so I knew I was back to a weight I could mentally handle.
My plan is to keep on doing what I'm doing, counting calories and walking or biking when I can. I'm also going to continue minimizing my daily sugar intake. I'm still amazed at how that simple practice has decreased my appetite. Live and learn.