Two years ago an intake form put me in the highest obesity bracket. Last spring I was down 84 lb, then a messy stretch of work and grief helped me put 31 back. I'm restarting from somewhere in the middle, not zero, not where I was. Last week my chart label flipped to overweight and I felt weirdly unqualified to be happy about it. I still avoid mirrors, still take the elevator when nobody's watching. But I can tie my shoes without holding my breath, and that's real. Trying to let both be true: the label moved, and the job isn't finished. Did the category change before your self-image caught up?
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