the art of patience.

It’s been around 2 months since I’ve started regularly working out and eating well, extremely proud of myself—though my mother continuously asks when I’m getting off my “diet.” I’ve always tried losing weight, but it was because of my lack of patience that I’ve always gained the weight back or just gave up. But, now, I realize that slow and steady wins the race. I don’t expect myself to go from two opposite extremes—sluggish to fit—in a matter of a month or two. And I’m learning to accept that. This isn’t a quick fix.