Every year it starts the same way. "This is the year." The year I lose the weight. The year I get toned. The year I fit into the clothes hanging in the back of my closet. The year I finally feel comfortable in a bathing suit. The year I become the version of myself I've been promising for years. Then life happens. Work gets busy. Stress shows up. Someone gets sick. Money gets tight. Motivation disappears. Menopause decides to choose violence. The months pass. And suddenly it'