The struggle is real

 The Mental Struggle

Week 4 of Boot Camp | Week 2 of 90-Day Reset

So here we are—week four of Boot Camp and week two of this 90-day push I’ve committed to for myself. And strangely, it feels harder now than when I started.

Why is that?

I’ve had to fight for every part of this—my food choices, my morning workouts, even just getting out of bed with intention. But the real fight hasn’t been in my body; it’s been in my mind.

Yesterday, I sat with that tension for a while and asked myself, Why is it such a struggle on day 17?

And here’s what I uncovered:

At the beginning, I had the spark—excitement, fresh motivation, that little burst of energy you get when you start something new. Then I had momentum. I felt proud of myself for sticking with it.

But now… now I’m hitting the part where the old me wants to resurface. That sneaky voice that whispers, It’s your birthday week—you deserve a break. Or, Anniversary is coming—just skip today. A hundred little excuses disguised as grace, trying to get me to quit again.

But here’s the truth:
I’ve given in to those excuses far too many times.

And no—it’s not the enemy. It’s not demonic. It’s just old habits.
Poor discipline.
Familiar patterns.

Admitting that? That’s growth.

Recognizing it? That’s a win.

But finishing strong?
That’s the breakthrough.

So maybe you’re reading this and walking through your own battle. Maybe your mind is fighting against your momentum. I get it. But this time—it’s personal. And we’re not quitting.

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