Let me ask you something, and I want you to be honest, because there's nobody in this room but you and me. How many times have you started? How many Mondays? How many "new me" declarations? How many gym memberships, journals, plans, and promises you made with your whole heart and then quietly abandoned three days later? Count them. Really count them. That number right there, that graveyard of good intentions, that's the story of why you're stuck. Not bad luck. Not the economy. Not your childhood. You keep starting and you keep quitting, and then you have the nerve to wonder why nothing changes.