Slowly getting off track can feel like a gradual erosion of progress, where each small setback chips away at the hard work you've put in. Losing 12 pounds is no small feat, and it's disheartening to find that illness has interrupted my momentum, making it difficult to maintain healthy habits. In times like these, family obligations often take precedence, drawing your attention and energy away from personal goals.
Duty becomes a priority, and while that is commendable, it can leave little room for self-care. As I aim to refocus this week, the commitment to nourish yourself becomes essential—not just for your own sake, but also to fulfill your role within the family. Ironically, to do so, I have to have the resilience and mental fortitude to starve. It’s that mental willpower that will make me fly in August.