I’m keeping this one short and real — mostly because I’m under the weather today. Not quite curl-up-in-bed-with-tea-and-movies sick, but enough that my energy’s running on low. To make things extra fun, Valeria has been dealing with a little summer cold too. It’s been a few days of lack of appetite, fussiness, and the classic toddler mystery: something is clearly wrong, but no one can say exactly what.
Honestly, sometimes I wish toddlers came with a little dashboard that just lit up with alerts: “throat sore,” “needs snuggles,” “soup only.” Wouldn’t that be helpful?
Anyway, this post isn’t about colds or wishful toddler tech. Today’s more of a real talk moment.
This year has been a bit of a roller-coaster. Emotionally and physically, I’ve been feeling stuck. I’ve been trying to push through, doing the right things — moving my body, eating well, keeping routines — but I hit a wall. So, after some serious reflection (and a lot of Google searches), I’ve decided to start therapy.
I recently had a consultation with a therapist I really clicked with. I searched for someone with the exact areas of focus I felt I needed, and it paid off. She was warm, easy to talk to, and felt like a safe space from the first few minutes. I know, I know — that’s kind of what therapists do. But sometimes, you just get a good gut feeling about a person, and this felt right. My first official session is on July 29th — wish me luck!
I truly believe that our mental and physical health are tightly connected. While I’ve been doing everything “right” on paper — lifting weights again, walking daily, sticking to a calorie deficit — I’m still not seeing much change in my weight. It’s frustrating. And to be honest, I slipped today and binged a bit. I haven’t done that in a long time. I don’t have a perfect explanation for it — it just happened. But instead of spiraling into guilt, I’m choosing to acknowledge it and move forward. Progress doesn’t mean perfection.
One of the biggest challenges I’m still working on is comparison. It’s too easy to look at someone else’s journey and feel like mine isn’t enough. But healing isn’t a race, and self-growth doesn’t come with a finish line. I’m learning to unlearn unhealthy habits and building health ones, slowly but surely.
So that’s where I’m at. A little bit of a sore throat, a little tired, but still trying. Therapy is a new chapter for me — one that feels necessary and overdue. I’m choosing to be proud of the small steps and gentle with the setbacks. If you’re in a similar place, just know it’s okay to pause, reassess, and ask for help. You’re allowed to be a work in progress.
Because that’s where I am and will be for a while.
I hope you have a wonderful day or night wherever you are in the world.
Ciao!
Mama on the Move 