Some days I wonder why I’m doing this. Why I drag myself to the gym three times a week. Why I keep watching what I eat, even when it would be so much easier to just let go.
But then I remember that quote:“Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other.” And that’s exactly how it feels. Not one big heroic effort, but small choices—day after day.
Hold on a little longer. Get through one more session. Say “no” to something that gives me five seconds of pleasure and “yes” to something deeper: feeling healthier, stronger, more alive in my body.
Today was one of those tougher days. My body felt heavy, my head foggy, and I was so tempted to skip it all. But I went anyway. Not because I wanted to, but because I know why I started.
I’m beginning to notice the changes, little by little. My body is responding. I sleep better. I feel more grounded—not just physically, but mentally too. As if I’m rebuilding myself, from the inside out. It’s not a dramatic transformation. No before-and-after photo. It’s slow, quiet—but it’s real.
Fortitude. That word came to me again today. The quiet strength to keep going, even when no one sees. Even when the progress feels small. Even when it’s just me, showing up for myself. Today didn’t come with fireworks or fanfare. But I ran another short race—and I won. And that’s what matters.
