This feels disingenuous to the point of being insulting.

I know where I want to be. I won't magically get there. I also have a very finite amount of time. If I'm not progressing toward my goal...there is zero reason to believe I'll achieve it.

Example: I'm 700 pounds and I want to be under 250 before I'm forty. In the last six months, I've lost...one pound... I'm not going to hit my goal.