I still remember the day I gave up my scale two years ago today. It was the most painful day of my life. I didn’t know how I would make it without waking up each morning and knowing what number I was that day. How would I know if I was good? How would I know if I was bad? How would I know anything if I didn’t have my number on the scale to tell me. Today, I know that I am no longer defined by a number. This is what I was defined by today: (a text message from my 11-year-old brother). “Happy Hello Life Day!You taught me what never giving up means. You taught me what it means to …