This morning I thought I was on top of it.
Content ready. Coffee in hand. Posted before 7AM.
A gold star kind of morning. A+ student energy. I thought I was winning the day before it even started.

Except I posted on the wrong damn account. JenliKaylor. My personal page.
And in twenty minutes, it already had 93 views.

The content was solid. The hook worked. I could feel the momentum building…
until I realized: wrong page.

So I reposted to Jenli Project, where it actually matters. Same reel. Same caption. Same me.
Twenty minutes later? Ten views. Ten.

Meanwhile, over on TikTok — same video, same time — it shot to 715 views.
It felt like a custody battle for my reels: TikTok scooped them up with open arms, and Instagram just left them sitting on the curb, scrolling BeReal and pretending not to notice.

And honestly? That pissed me off. Full stop.
Because it’s proof it’s not the work, it’s not the content… it’s just the damn algorithm.

But here’s the thing: this is part of the experiment too.
Not just the workouts or the meal prep or the writing…
but the invisible battle of showing up on platforms that don’t want to reward you yet.

So today’s lesson?
TikTok might play cheerleader, Instagram might play villain — but I’m still posting anyway.

Because the only way IG ever learns to trust me is if I keep showing up… even when it sucks.

Consistency isn’t even about posts and platforms. Not really.
It’s about showing up for the version of me I want to become — even when the day doesn’t go to plan.

Life isn’t consistent. For me, I’m a mum to four girls, I’m currently working from home… AND my husband travels for work… like, a LOT. So when he’s gone, being consistent is a lot easier. The rhythms are mine, and I can lock in. But the moment he comes back, I just want to spend all the time with him — so I adjust.

That’s what I did today. I pushed hard to get most of my work done the night before so that we could spend the day together. I had goals of still sticking to my food and physical routines, but I’d put the work stuff aside so that he could get some of my time.

I’ll be honest… the workout part of things is probably the hardest piece of this puzzle for me to add. I’m actually struggling to not shame myself today for missing yet another workout — especially because I had a very real-life reminder last night of why the physical piece matters so much to me.

We had a wedding to go to… and I only had one dress that fit. One. Like a depressing version of Cinderella where the fairy godmother just shrugs and says, “Good luck, kid.”

I tried not to spiral. I really did.
I layered on some jewelry, added a bold lip, pulled together the version of myself I could access.
But the truth is, I’m 25 pounds heavier than I was a year ago.

That’s not the whole story of who I am — but it is one of the reasons I started this challenge.

Not to become a fitness queen.
Not to punish my body.
Not to prove something to anyone.
Not to squeeze into a dress that doesn’t love me back.
But because I want options again — in my closet, in my energy, in my damn life.

So today, I had a plan.
I was going to keep the momentum going.
I had already pushed hard the night before to finish work early so I could spend the day with Josh while he was home.

But his meetings ran longer than expected.
And just like that, the rhythm shifted.
I found a few surprise hours… and I had a choice.

I could’ve moved my body. I even thought about it. And then I opened my laptop like a moth to the flame.
But instead, I chose to create. I wrote, edited, posted — because that part of me needed airtime too.

And I don’t regret that.
But I also want to be honest about it.
Because it wasn’t just the day “getting away from me” — it was a trade.
A very human one.

And maybe next time, I’ll make a different choice.
Or maybe I won’t.

But either way, I’m still here.
Still writing.
Still choosing to show up in the middle of the mess.
Still here — and that’s the plot twist Instagram doesn’t get to control.

🧾 Day 11 Check-In

• Posted reel (twice, lol)
• Blog written and published
• Water goal met
• Meals on track

• Workout skipped

🟡 Chose creativity over movement today — no regrets, but I’ll keep adjusting