For the past few months, I have been having a difficult time sticking to my health and fitness goal. I have been cycling through periods of steadfast motivation to stay on track and long stretches of wanting to binge on everything in sight. I have weighed myself twice in almost three months and my pants are tighter than they were a couple of months ago. This is the longest stretch of time in a particular pant size, I usually go down a pant size every month and a half; not this time.
Despite all of these roadblocks though, I have not lost hope. I am still fighting and wading. I have not given up hope. I am struggling, but if I am consistent in trying to make the right choices, eventually I will break out of my rut. The fact that I am being honest and accountable and trying to stick to my healthy choices is already a big deal. Usually I would have given up by now, but I refuse to undo over a year of hard work, hours spent at the gym and time spent eating better and being better to myself in general. I am worth time, I will not roll over and give up because I deserve the best me there is. I hope that with time and patience I will be able to continually do what I need to do to be a healthier version of me. I can do this, I will do this, I am doing this.
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