04/21/2026
I can encourage everyone around me.
But when it comes to my own journey? I start to doubt.
Is this working?
Why do they seem so much further along?
What am I missing?
Then a moment happened.
We were doing yard work and my husband said, “Wait, babe.”
He grabbed his phone and said, “You need to see this moment.”
When he showed me the photo, he said,
“I know you don’t see it… but your body is changing.”
I just sat there, stunned.
For 16 months I’ve been showing up—5 days a week.
Strength. Abs. Cardio.
And since January? 35 minutes a day on the stair stepper.
Not always loving it.
But doing it anyway.
I’ve been humbled on this journey, but also amazed at my own grit and determination.
I feel like I’m fighting for every pound…
But I also know I’m doing something I’ve never done before.
And in a world where physiques take years to build—
Why would I let comparison steal my joy?
I can’t compare my year 1 to someone else’s year 5.
I have to stay in my lane.
Stay focused.
Trust the process.
And maybe most importantly—
Celebrate the small wins along the way.
Because the only way I don’t succeed…
is if I quit.
And quitting? That’s just not in me.
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