I kept saying I’d start tomorrow
How I’m breaking the cycle of delays, detours, and do-overs
I used to be someone who was always going to start tomorrow.
The plan was always almost in place. The big turnaround was always just a day away.
Taking the first step, and making it stick, felt just out of reach. I’d wake up with a sense of dread, tell myself I’d start fresh in the morning, and then spend the day drifting, waiting for the next “real” beginning to show up.
And then… once I did finally start something, it didn’t always stick.
I’ve learned an important lesson through The Fasting Method community: when I don’t return immediately to the way of eating, moving, and living that supports my goals, I lose momentum. And the longer I wait, the harder it gets. I used to think I needed a hard reset every time I drifted. But that became its own trap. Because then I’d delay that reset until I felt perfectly ready. Which, of course, never really came.
One example: in Fall 2023, I started a consistent stretch of daily movement. I walked. I did flexibility exercises. I rode my indor bike. It felt amazing, mentally and physically. And it started with just five minutes and then over the course of several months, it was 45+ minutes each day. But then in early Summer 2024, I fell out of the rhythm. I didn’t stop caring about it, but I kept telling myself I’d get back to it “soon.”
I still haven’t fully restarted. Gasp!
Movement is the one part of my health protocol that I haven’t been able to consistently lock in over the past two years. That doesn’t mean I’m sedentary. But the kind of intentional, regular movement I know helps my brain and my mood? It’s not happening the way I want it to.
I’ve been wrangling curious times with my career and finances. And one particular situation last Fall reallly hit me hard. That was when I gained 17 pounds between mid-October and the end of November. I got back on track with my food and eating habits; but I never got back to consistency with movement.
Self-respect is the foundation of real change. Not punishment. Not shame. Not pressure to be perfect.
I’ve done incredible things for my health in the last two years. I’ve reversed Type-2 Diabetes. I’ve lost over 100 pounds. I’ve gone off insulin, Mounjaro, Metformin, and high blood pressure medicaton. I’ve radically changed how I eat and how I live.
But movement? That’s the piece I’m still working on.
So I’m writing this to say: I still struggle. Even now. Even after all I’ve done.
And I’m still learning how to not let one skipped day turn into a season of delay.
There’s no perfect moment to begin again. But I’m choosing now.