Last April I ate most dinners standing at the counter, usually something from a box, and called a 10-minute loop with the dog a walk. The house got quiet after our youngest left, and I filled that quiet with grazing. Today I’m 63 pounds down, but the part I notice more is the rhythm: Sunday afternoon I roast a tray of vegetables and chicken, Tuesday I make a big pot of soup, and four evenings a week I walk 35 minutes while a podcast plays. Last night I sat at the table with a plate, not a handful of crackers, and actually tasted it. I still have days where I finish before I realize I wasn’t hungry. For those further along: what daily habit ended up mattering more than the scale?