I’m not doing as well as I would like to be doing, but I’m still moving forward. The fact that I haven’t completely given up means at least something to me. Maybe I’m still “failing” because I haven’t met my goals, but I’m not quitting. I will get there.
I haven’t been as active as I should be these last few days, but I’m getting back on track now. It’d be nice if I never had setbacks or if I at least got back on track faster after a setback, but I’m just not there yet. I should be, but I’m not.
I’ve set hundred of goals over the years that I have failed. It would make sense if I never believed another word that came out of my mouth regarding my weight loss, and it wouldn’t surprise me if those around me don’t believe in me. But I’m hopeful enough to not give up on myself, because if I give up on me, then I’m done and being healthy and happy is hopeless. I can’t do that. I won’t do that.