This is so true. Some days I am goddess. Some days I am wild child. Can out run a ten year old, or at least nearly tie her from one mailbox to another! Some days I am a fragile mess. Most days I am a bit of all three. Some days my legs are numb from my MS and feel sorry for myself. Just want to be held. But I will show up to walk. When I care, I don’t stop, I don’t leave. If I leave is when I don’t care so I don’t leave. I am here everyday, trying always with my wearable weight loss device strapped to my wrist. Some days I don’t make my goal of 10,000 steps daily. That’s ok, I am here trying. Don’t let the scale stop motivation but I do keep track and sometimes when I feel fatter, the scale cheers me up.