I have a healthy mental relationship with my body. I don’t own a scale. I enjoy delicious food. I love wine. And I don’t beat myself up over it.
Except, I also know that my stress-coping habits (which involve copious amounts of carbs, cheese, and wine, not necessarily in that order) are not the healthiest. And I know that I feel better when I am healthy and energetic, and when my body reflects that.
Generally I monitor my weight by the fit of my clothes. Usually, I stay within ten pounds of my ideal weight. Which is 5 lbs over what I was in high school, but that I can live with. However, when I put on my jean shorts to garden in early spring, and the fit was less a squeeze and more of an absolute refusal to fasten, I knew the situation was dire.