Your goals don’t build your life.
Your standards do.
I know this because I’ve lived both sides of myself.
I was a bodybuilder once—disciplined, sculpted, unstoppable. Then life hit me with a loss so heavy it broke more than my routine. I fell into a depression that swallowed my identity. I gained 150 pounds. I lost my fire. I lost myself.
But here’s the part they never saw coming.
I didn’t stay there.
I fought my way back—slowly, painfully, intentionally. I’ve already dropped 75 pounds. I’m rebuilding a body, a mind, and a spirit that can hold the life I’m creating now. And I’m not just returning to who I was… I’m becoming someone stronger than she ever imagined.
I’m about to do twice what they never thought I could do once.
Because goals are wishes.
Standards are laws.
And the moment I raised my standard—of how I treat myself, how I show up, how I honor my future—everything shifted. My body started listening. My habits aligned. My life followed.
This isn’t a comeback.
This is a recalibration.
A new standard.
A new identity.
A new level of self-respect that refuses to negotiate.
If you’re here in this community, understand this:
Your goals might inspire you, but your standards will transform you.
And I’m living proof.