In hindsight, there's always a breaking point. A moment where you just know something has to change. If you'd asked me in my 40s and 50s, I would have told you I was active and relatively fit. I did yoga regularly. I had a group of close friends and we hiked every weekend. In the summer, we'd cycle 50kms around the city. I had a gym membership that turned into a donation. I'd feel guilty and show up for a group class or get on the elliptical. It never lasted. "I hate the gym. I'd rather be outside." Losing weight was always on my mind. I was busy feeding three teenage boys so I was constantly thinking about food. Planning, cooking, cleaning up. Repeat. I loved that part of my life. I loved to bake. I loved feeding people. And I had a very receptive group. But I would get too heavy, go on a strict diet, lose the weight, feel good for a while. And it always crept back. Every single time. When I think about those diets now, they were mainly counting calories or cutting out all fat. I lived on soup and salad with crackers and cheese. Protein was usually the first thing I cut out. I would go through periods of trying to accept my extra weight. I had such a great life. Maybe this is just how it would be. But that never felt right. I was always wanting to be thinner and it was just so hard. I hated photos of myself. I was always the biggest one in the group. Not obese. Just bigger than everyone else. I hated it. In 2019, I discovered intermittent fasting and lost 30 pounds. Cut out carbs. It worked. I felt like I'd found the secret. I was feeling fit and trim, doing hot yoga, hiking, biking. Life was good. Then the pandemic hit. It took about a year. No yoga studio. Everyone afraid to get together. The weight crept back on. I decided to do some landscaping in my backyard. Lifting large stones, moving them around. I felt strong enough to do it. Apparently not. The next day I could hardly move. My chiropractor was still seeing clients, thankfully. I was going once or twice a week. He'd do treatments and adjustments and I'd feel better for a day or two. Then the pain would come right back.