Four years ago, I stood in my bathroom, hesitating before stepping on the scale that had become my emotional tormentor. After decades of weight whiplash—losing thirty pounds, gaining forty, losing twenty, gaining thirty—I was exhausted. Not just physically, but soul-deep tired of the cycle. That morning marked the beginning of my surrender to a humbling truth: my all-or-nothing approach to nutrition wasn’t just failing me; it was actively making things worse. What followed wasn’t another…