I had my annual physical this morning. The nurse read my BMI as 27.4 — overweight, not obese — and I actually laughed, because for years that word felt like a verdict. I’m 5-foot-7 and hovering around 173, down from 291. But the part that surprised me was how little the label moved me. What mattered more: I’ve kept my same grocery list, Sunday walk, and morning yogurt for about 16 months without white-knuckling it. The chart caught up to a life I already had. Not confetti exactly, more like a shrug and a coffee. For those in maintenance, did the category labels ever catch up mentally, or did you stop caring before the chart did?
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