Brave enough to start again

After 2020, everything changed.

Losing my father broke something in me.

Since then, my weight’s gone up, gone down… and back again.

Grief, stress, survival—they all took a toll.

But now…

I’m not chasing a number.

I’m not doing this to fit anyone’s mold.

I’m getting back into shape for me.

To feel strong again.

To feel clear.

To feel like me again.

It’s not about perfection—it’s about power.

The kind that comes from choosing to rise.

Choosing to move.

Choosing to begin again.

This is my journey.

Messy. Real. Brave.

Brave enough to start again.

Soon I will be posting my journey back into fitness.