#krystalina

I’ve had an awful stomach bug the last couple of days. Today is the first day I felt okay enough to attempt a run. I made it about a mile before I started feeling nauseous again, but I kept up a steady pace and didn’t give up!

I’m proud of myself for getting out there 👍🏻

Today was an eye opening day for me.

The past few months I’ve been in a downward spiral I’ve been trying desperately trying to get out of. I stopped caring about my health; I ate whatever I felt like eating. I stopped working out altogether. I got behind on school work. I’ve been coming home from work and drinking 5-6 glasses of wine then going to bed.

I’m currently almost 30 lbs heavier than my lowest weight. And it happened SO quickly. But I can feel it... I can’t keep up with my fast paced job. I get tired walking up a flight of stairs. I’m tired literally all the time. I have a constant headache.

I keep trying to blame it on life happening. On stress, on family problems, on being busy. But I really have no one to blame but myself.

Today I went to the gym for the first time in a long time. Every second of my trail run I could feel my legs burning, my lungs struggling, and my heart pounding. But I didn’t give up and at the end I felt so incredibly proud of myself.

Side by side comparisons are my favorite.

260 lbs vs. 202 lbs

I don’t have many pictures of my at my highest weight, for obvious reasons. But I came across this one today and was just in awe. Sometimes it’s easy to forget where I started when my progress is slow, or when I have a set back.

Pulled myself out of my dark anxiety hole and went for an army course run! Cut my arm open army crawling, but I survived!

Funny how awful I felt at the start, and not even 10 minutes in I felt liberated, free, and strong.

Everyone has bad days, they build character.