005 Victory is in the Whisper

Quiet Doesn’t Mean I’ve Given Up 

A reflection on starting over without applause—and finding support in unexpected places. 

The Silence This Time 

This time will be different. I’ve been on the diet roller coaster for most of my life—too many years to count. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I’m really good at failure. Failing to stick to it. Failing to accomplish my goals. Failing to truly believe I was meant to live free and healthy. 

I used to announce every new beginning like a parade. Now, I walk quietly—because I’m not doing this for anyone else’s belief in me. I’m doing it for me, and me alone. No bells. No whistles. Nothing. Just me, and a quiet determination to make my life everything it’s meant to be. 

The Grief of Lost Support 

Walking alone isn’t easy—especially when it’s not by choice. We’re told we can’t make it without support, so we search for even the smallest ounce of it—something to carry us to the next day, the next triumph. 

But in my case, I’ve burned through all of mine. My friends and family have seen me try and fail so many times, they literally roll their eyes when I even mention trying again. 

It hurts. It hurts to know they’ve given up. That in their eyes, I always give up. 

This time, it’s hard to ask for help when the people closest to you have stopped believing you’ll follow through. 

That’s where the power of the whisper comes in. No one knows. No one will know—until they want to know, until they see it for themselves. 

It has to be this way. Victory comes in the whisper. 

Finding Support in Unexpected Places 

My circle is small. If I want support beyond immediate friends and family, I have to grow it myself. Living alone, I turn to online communities—spaces where people are walking the same long road toward what they consider healthy. 

I also find that reading helps. It’s amazing how you can get lost in a good story. The best books are the ones where the author has clearly been where you are. They don’t just write to you—they speak for you. 

Other options? Walking groups. Wellness apps. Even the big-name organizations that have been around forever, built to bring people together in the name of getting healthy. 

But for me, this blog is my savior. Somewhere out there, I believe someone is going through the same struggle I am. They know the pain of failure on top of failure on top of failure. 

I hope that through my blogging, you’ll see: we must never stop trying. 

One day, we’ll open our eyes and—bam—we’re there. We’re successful. 

Quietly. Steadily. Together. 

A New Kind of Accountability 

I know—it all sounds great and powerful. But maybe you’re wondering: How does this actually work? 

The answer is different for everyone. For me, I’m not shouting this time. I’m whispering it to myself—every single morning I choose to begin again. I let yesterday go. Even if yesterday felt like I ran straight off the edge of a cliff into the shallow water below. 

I begin again. Every single day. Like it’s Monday. 

 "This is how healing whispers - quietly, steadily, together"

Reflection 

Maybe you’ve walked this road too. Maybe you’ve whispered your way through a restart no one else noticed. Maybe you’ve felt the sting of silence when support faded. 

If any of this resonates, I’d love to hear from you. 

What does starting over look like for you right now? Where have you found support—especially in places you didn’t expect? 

Drop a comment below. Your story matters. And you never know who might need to hear it.