Losing weight isn’t just about a number on the scale for me. It’s about feeling better—having more energy, moving more easily, being comfortable in my own body again. My health needs this. “I” need this. But, honestly? It feels like such a long road ahead, and that’s a bit overwhelming.
Patience has never been my strong suit. I want to see results “now”, to feel the changes “now”. But I know that’s not how this works. Rushing won’t help. If I push too hard, I’ll burn out. If I expect instant results, I’ll only end up frustrated. I need to take this slowly, even when it’s hard, even when I feel like I’m getting nowhere.
Some days, I wonder if I’ll ever get there. It’s easy to feel discouraged when progress is slow, when my body doesn’t respond as quickly as I want it to. But I try to remind myself that every small step counts. Every healthy meal, every walk, every time I choose to take care of myself instead of giving up—it all matters. Even if I don’t see the difference right away, it’s happening.
This is going to take time. A lot of time. But that’s okay. I’m in this for the long run, because I deserve to feel good. I just have to keep going, one step at a time.
