Fitness

For most of my life, my body was a project. The goal was simple, or so I thought: be smaller. I counted calories. I tracked steps. I prized discipline, restraint, and the quiet thrill of an empty stomach. I was the woman who knew her “good” number on the scale and orbited her days around staying as close to it as possible. As long as I could fit into a certain pair of jeans, it felt like everything was broadly under control—even when, in reality, it wasn’t. I’d always conside