Ink Between Moments

Not all growth is loud. Some of it happens when no one is watching—when you’re determined, consistent, and choosing yourself in small, consistent ways. Maybe this is what self-love truly looks like.

One day, almost casually, my husband suggested that we make a pact to lose six pounds by our anniversary—just twenty-five days away. I laughed at first. I’m a foodie, and we live in a carb-rich nation. It felt unrealistic. But something shifted. I stopped reaching for junk food, even during a mall visit on the weekend. I began counting calories and leaning toward healthier choices—not out of pressure, but intent.

I wanted this change to last. So, I read about fitness, understood my BMR, calculated protein requirements, planned exercises, and built a routine that wouldn’t collapse in a day or two.

Within a week, I dropped 1.4 kilos. I knew most of it was water and glycogen, but the 400 grams of fat loss felt meaningful—because I knew the effort behind it. Measuring food, planning workouts, showing up daily. My mind grew clearer. There was room for only one thought: progress.

That’s when I understood that breaking inertia is the real beginning. Delayed gratification doesn’t shout; it settles deeply and lasts longer.

When you work on one area of life, others slowly begin to align. Discipline doesn’t arrive suddenly—it forms through repetition. Even small efforts, done consistently, build something that stays.

So, I’m learning not to wait for the “right” day.
This is where it starts.