Sunday dinner, my aunt grabbed my wrist, frowned at it, and did visible math about whether I was “too skinny.” I’m down 74 pounds over two years and sitting in maintenance. I ate the same plate as everyone else: pork, rice, green beans, one roll, then pie because it was pie. My cousin kept saying I looked fragile.
I tried to keep it systems-level: the scale is one sensor, not the whole dashboard, and my clothes fit the way I want. Nobody wanted a dashboard. They wanted me to take a second roll. I took it, logged it, moved on.
What I don’t know is how to shut down the “too skinny committee” without turning family dinner into a quarterly review. Do you answer seriously, joke, or just keep eating?