Day 0 again.
I haven’t even started my 75 Soft challenge properly.
It’s always almost day one, but never quite.
Sweets. Junk food. Emotions everywhere.
I hate blaming hormones,
but today I just feel… off.
Maybe it’s the frustration.
Maybe it’s the heartbreak of trying again
and again
and again
I took another pregnancy test.
I already knew it would be negative,
but I did it anyway.
Like some part of me still hopes,
even when hope feels stupid.
What’s the point of hoping
when it only ever ends with that one line?
Still, I’m on Day 23 of my 97-day weight loss journey.
That’s something.
5km walks. Lifting weights.
Showing up for myself, even on the messiest days.
This is me today.
Unfiltered.
Not just the photo, but the feeling too.
Still here.
Still trying.
Maybe tomorrow will be softer.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll feel a little stronger.






