What makes this time different?
I have tried so many times.
Hundreds.
Starting with hope.
Ending with excuses.
I always knew I would stop.
I always knew the pattern.
So why now.
Because I finally became my own doctor.
Not the kind that prescribes pills.
The kind that tells the hard truth.
The diagnosis was simple.
Bad habits.
Fear of trying.
Fear of failing.
Fear of becoming someone better…
and losing the old version of myself.
The prescription was simple too.
Try.
Move.
Eat like you respect the body you were given.
This body is not mine.
It is on loan from God.
It is His temple.
And I have treated it like scrap metal.
This time is different because I finally told myself the truth.
Not the soft truth.
The hard truth.
I can get better.
I can practice discipline.
I can build habits that matter.
I can honor the life God trusted me with.
