Just keeping away from the scale which is harder than it sounds. Still trying to figure out why that number matters more than how I feel or look. Part of it being it was a big part of my childhood. Yearly physicals, weigh ins for the dreaded Kennedy fitness evals, clothes that either didn’t fit or worse not finding clothes age appropriate as a kid. Not something a child in the 60’s or 70’s who was the biggest kid in her class was comfortable dealing with. So it’s kind of ingrained and not easy to shake. Thankfully I never became bulimic over it although I thought about it it A LOT! But as much as I remember those times being some of the most trying in my life, I’m happier now in my own skin even if I don’t fit someone else’s idea of “fit”