Last night at my mom’s house, she made me ribeye shaken beef (clearly her love language 😌).
Before she cooked my steak, I asked her if I could weigh the meat raw so I could log it more accurately.
That simple request turned into a moment I didn’t see coming.
She looked at me and said,
“I really admire your discipline, consistency, and the hard work you put into your nutrition. I have a lot of respect for you. The progress I see in your physique shows.”
Then she added something that hit deep:
“Only a very small percentage of people are willing to do what you do—measuring food down to the gram. You measure it like gold.”
And if you grew up with an Asian mom… you already know 😂
Compliments are rare.
They only come out when it’s earned, serious, and big-moment worthy.
So when my mom speaks highly of me, I don’t deflect it.
I don’t laugh it off.
I take it to the heart 🥹.
Because discipline isn’t glamorous.
Consistency doesn’t get claps every day.
But last night, it did—and it reminded me why the little things matter. 💛
Question for you:
Have you ever had a quiet moment—maybe from a parent or loved one—that validated all the work you do when no one is watching?
👇🏼 Would love to hear it.