When you're in the middle of something it's hard to notice differences. What I mean to say is that when you're going through something that is mentally and physically tough, it becomes difficult to notice the incremental changes that embody progress.
I often don't trust my own progress. After so many years of trying to effect change, particularly mental, it's hard to step back and take a good look at where I am in a journey. Weight loss is not an especially alacritous process. It's not given to massive, sustained spurts of results but curiously, it does obfuscate progress. At least in my case.
Today in P.T. we had a good session (as we did earlier in the week) in which I got through it well. I felt strong, I felt renewed vigor and confidence. I got through my exercises and was not utterly spent by the end. Ironically, a declaration of that sort only compels Paul (my P.T.) to push me further- harder and longer.
To quote Paul and steal his catchphrase,"I'm ok with that ". The momentum I'm trying to glean from this is, I'm getting there. That more than anything else is a cause to celebrate.