Love almost killed me.
Well, not love exactly. But what I thought was love and commitment and marriage and a person who would one day get their act together. That is what almost killed me. That person is who almost killed.
Those long, cold days of winter are usually what really get me. When you’ve got the blues, sometimes it just feels like you’re sinking. You long for a sunny beach and a healthy dose of vitamin D to pull you out.
Lately, I’ve had the blues and (thankfully) it’s nowhere near winter. I’ve been watching the news, like most of you have, and it’s been painful, disheartening, frightening.
I want you to walk with me. Not on some proverbial emotional path, but literally walk with me.
About a year ago, I got really interested in fitness. Since I battle the beast that is Crohn’s disease, sometimes exercise isn’t a choice. Some days I just simply–well–can’t. But I’ve been using every available ounce of energy to workout at least three times a week to the best of my physical ability. I’m trying to use exercise and food choices as medicine in hopes of fighting back against my health issues.