A year ago, my wife said to me: “Maybe I’m just not meant to lose weight.” It broke my heart. But, after a year of consistently showing up, the other day, she donated half her closet because it was too big. This morning, she came downstairs wearing a shirt she hasn’t worn since before pregnancy (nearly 5 years ago). Last week, she went shopping &, for the first time in years, came home feeling good about herself. And while she’ll tell you it wasn’t always smooth, it hasn’t gone as fast as she wanted, & she still has progress to make, she will also tell you that she’s proud of herself. I’m proud of her, too.