I keep getting this image of taking the first step to achieving something, and then taking the next one, and the next, and the next. The first step simply isn’t enough anymore.
A few years ago I decided it was time to get in shape. One of the things I did was to go for walks and runs on weekends. I started really slow, walking for 5 minutes, running for 30 seconds, and the running time increased after a while. It didn’t get great since I was only practicing on weekends, and my best run was 12 minutes non-stop at my pick. Life got side tracked by a relationship, and I stopped my weekend routine. After it ended, I didn’t feel like doing it again, and several months later, I slowly started walking as a means of commuting, and that made a huge difference. I lost so much weight (can’t pinpoint the exact reason, but walking, releasing old emotional wounds through meditation and energy work, and making better food choices helped), that people were asking me if I was sick. I wasn’t, but part of me felt worried, and I stopped exercising/walking/eating carefully. Needless to say, with time, I stopped fitting in some of my clothes again.