I’ve never been skinny. Really. Well, for one year of adolescence between junior high and high school, I was tiny. Briefly, you know, before growth caught up to me. Otherwise, my weight has been average. My build is average. Even when I’ve been the most fit, I was still thicker and frequently felt bloated. So as you may assume, maintaining a healthy weight has been a struggle for me since pretty early. Most people are frustrated about maintenance later in life: 30s, 40s, 50s and later, though I had the opportunity to begin the work of understanding my body around age 16. I didn’t know as sophomore in high school daily cross-country practice would not cancel out the ice cream sandwiches I’d eat at lunch. I mean, it seemed to work, for a little while on the outside, and then caught up rapidly when I quit running. I believe I gained around 10-15 pounds the next few years of school. I had no thought to pay attention to the quality of my food, let alone understand how healthy works from the inside out. Little by little, I’d grow to understand the importance of intake and nutrition. I’d learn how rest is the cornerstone of health and fitness. I’d yo-yo between a healthy homeostasis and a few pounds or more overweight. More recently, I’d go through major life changes which added stress and grief - and you guessed it - emotional and physical weight to my body. The return to my healthy-ideal weight was going to happen. I promised myself this, though I was at a loss of how I’d actually achieve it.