Trying to get fit and stay sane…

I've been working out for about a year. I have three levels of torn discs and effed up feet from birth defects and being fat. I've lost thirty pounds in the last year by using a recumbent stepper. Today, I thought I'd mix it up. I'm a little less heavy and a lot stronger so … Continue reading Trying to get fit and stay sane…

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I’m so stinking tired…

You know that soul sucking tired that makes you want to give up? The kind that sleep doesn't help? Yeah, that's my problem right now. And I'm angry. So. Fucking. Angry. And I'm not sure how to not be angry. Do I get to be angry for awhile? Will the anger fade away over time? … Continue reading I’m so stinking tired…

When it doesn’t make sense.

Today has been a struggle to remember why I stay. Some days love just isn't enough when PTSD is involved. Loyalty, tenacity and fight are the things that make me stay on days like these. Loyalty because you don't kick someone when they are down. No, he isn't taking care of his mental health right … Continue reading When it doesn’t make sense.