Ten pages a day feels like nothing until December, when you realize you quietly read twelve books.

Small daily amounts are invisible in the moment and enormous in aggregate, which is exactly why they get abandoned. Ten pages tonight changes nothing you can detect, so the brain files it as pointless, while three hundred and sixty five of those nights adds up to something you would have called impossible in January.

Set the daily amount low enough that a bad day cannot break it. Then defend it rather than increasing it. The compounding does the work, but only if you stay in long enough to reach the part where it shows.