sisterhood of the traveling waistline.

Oh yeah, I went there.

So, I’ve had a few accomplishments this week.


I joined a gym.

I joined a gym and went to it.

I joined a gym and went to it more than once this week.

Are you catching on?

This last year and a half, I put on a little “happy weight.” I think that’s what it’s called. In the last 6 months I put on, lets just call it, “breakup weight.” Holler if you hear me!

But, for real.

As I glanced at myself doing rows and dumbbell presses in the mirror at the gym today, I can’t help but kind of giggle at my “seemingly” bottle-shaped figure. I know I pulled my tights up a little higher to prevent that little muffin-pooch that was cute about 11 years ago. Geez, when did this happen? As if me purchasing Spanx was not already the tell-tale sign of me packing on a few L.B.S. When did I become okay with this?

I certainly have found ways to disguise this. Especially in pictures. Please refer to the following:



Angles. You get the right angle, you can get a great picture.

Okay, so before I get too sidetracked. This post is NOT about how to fool the camera. It’s also NOT a post to SHAME anyone. When it comes down to it, it’s about wanting to change, and making a change. My yoga teacher this semester made the statement after one class, “if you change nothing, nothing changes.”  I’m not going to pretend like I woke up suddenly today and felt uncomfortable in my own skin. This came from choices made each day for the last year or so which brought me to this.

Friends, this is for you! Whatever you can do, get out there and do it. Let’s bring our waistlines back down to our waist.

<3 Krystal

I’m so wood[lands]

The title is so funny if you sing it to “I’m so Hood”.  Okay, maybe it’s just funny in my head. Nope, I said it out aloud, it’s funny.

Sometimes, you just need to get away.

After completing a somewhat (3.65 GPA) successful semester, I decided my time to get away was last weekend. I decided to pack up my day bags and head south(ish). Originally, I planned on heading to OKC, but due to the crazy winds and rains, I figured I would enjoy heading the opposite direction for a few days. For me, this is the road less traveled. I hopped in my car, gassed up, grabbed some beef jerky, and hit the road. Okay, so I really didn’t go to “Houston”. I ventured to The Woodlands, a city just north of Houston.


If anyone knows me, you know, I usually don’t do spontaneous- especially to cities I have never been to. I left my framily a note – “Heading to Houston with Kyle and his gf. ❤️ Krystal!l

The Woodlands is a beautful city!

The trip started with a night at Doosey Does to see Howie Day, and after that it just got better. We headed the The Walkway in the Woodlands for a few drinks, and then called it an evening. Nothing says a good night like Ubering with friends and singing BoyzIIMen to your Uber driver while pondering why there was never a GirlzIIWomen.


Saturday morning we awoke to have brunch at Hubbell & Hudson Kitchen and then headed into Houston to tour Saint Arnold’s Brewery. After sharing a few brews, cheers, and laughter, we found our way to the Modern Arts Museum.


Ended the weekend with some karaoke.

Houston, we had no problems!

moving right along.

To be honest, I’ve had no motivation or reason to write.

This last year I had my heartbroken. Really. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I felt like everything in my world was in perfect alignment. I mean bluebirds and rainbows followed me everywhere I went and out of nowhere the storm clouds rolled in.

I still to this day find myself coping and sometimes still in the midst of grieving.

Why has this all happened to me? Why now? Why ever?

I feel wronged. I feel abandoned. I’m hurt. I’m human.

How did everything go so, so wrong?

People grieve in so many ways. I’m guilty of grieving by preoccupying my time. Like all of my time. I run myself to the ground. I stay up late, wake up early. Busy myself with plans or busy myself with no plans. I’ve lost track of times I’ve driven around town until my gas tank was on E just to be doing something. Preoccupying my time to me is a way for me to avoid my true feelings and emotions.

As humans, I think we all look for ways to have connections and be connected to people. To me, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I think problems arise when we become so connected to another person that we become disconnected with our own selves.

Yet another defining moment in my life.

In the spirit of my blog name, I’m moving right along.

Moving right along to reconnect with things that I love and fulfill me. Moving right along to things that bring me enjoyment and challenge me. Moving right along to things that change me, for the better.

I’m back, ya’ll.


The three dreadful letters which when combined together will cause any athlete on hang one’s head in shame. DNF. Did Not FInish.

This year for me has been a year of DNFs. Some by choice, some by default. I signed up for one 5k this year, and didn’t show up for the race. I found myself beginning several blog post, I didn’t have the heart to share. This year has been one that I finally looked up and wondered where all the year has gone. Gone, really, right in front of my eyes. Quite honestly, I haven’t blogged much because I really didn’t have much to say.

Returning to school as an adult has been tough. I still for the life of me, I cannot understand how anyone with a family, full-time job, and other commitments are able to suck it up and do it. Several times this year I made the comment, “Everyday to me is a Monday,” and I meant it. Monday to Sunday was filled with school, work, internships, meetings, and minimal sleep. It has been very difficult the majority of the time.

Lots of tears and questioning this current chapter I am in.

“Behind every success story are people helping to make it happen.”

When all is said and done, I completed yet another year of school and I only have 2 classes and one 150-hour rotation left after next Spring.

I need to continue to remind myself that this is a journey, which includes the living, giggling, and the dnfs in-between.

Thank you all for the continuing support, love, hugs, listening ears, and constant everyday reminders to stick with it.

A DNF does not impact your whole life. Sometimes it can help you focus on the main chapters of your story.

<3 Krystal

it’s all good.

Who ever came up with that phase? Better yet, who decided to change this phrase to “it’s all gravy”. What does that even mean? Are we referring to brown gravy or country style gravy? I prefer the gravy my mom used to make which had little pieces of fried chicken batter scatter throughout it. Mmmm, gravy. Who is the victor in this gravy war anyway? I prefer brown gravy, if you are asking my opinion, but gravy smothered anything is pretty good.

Have you ever found yourself back into a wall? I have. Hence my absence from MWA for a few days. Without going into too much detail and being, well how should I say this, tastefully, in spite of the circumstances.

Recently, I posted this:its all goodLess than 24 hours later, I never knew my world was going to be rocked more than I could ever expect. 

A wise person once told me that, “doubts mean NO!” In this last year I felt confident about many plans had set before me this year. But, there was ONLY ONE speed hump in this journey which made me have doubts. And this hump finally reared its ugly head on Friday.

Isn’t it astonishing how one portion of your life can make you feel like everything in your life is spiraling out of control. Turns out, that’s not how life works. Although portions in life may not be exactly where I want them to be right now many, if not all, other aspects are. 

After shedding a tears, erupting with anger and confusion, I’m finally able to consider this a blessing. 

How do I know it’s a blessing? Blessings are followed by peace. 

It’s all good.

<3 Krystal

coconut & avocado oil deep conditioner.

After all these years of being natural, I finally realized my main curly girl dilemma. It has been my battle with properly conditioning. When I first BC’d (big chopped) my hair, wash-n-gos were a way of life. They required very little maintenance. As my hair has grown, I’ve found it more and more difficult to maintain length. Mostly because I am stuck in the wash-n-go way of life. This month during my 30 Day Challenge, I have been discovering new ways to care for my hair. Including new styling, washing, and conditioning methods.

Coconut Milk & Avocado Oil Deep Conditioner adapted from my new favorite curly girl Naija Curls
1- can full fat coconut milk
1- 2 tablespoons of avocado oil

Whisk well. Refrigerate overnight.
Divide hair into four sections.
Apply conditioner from root to tip of hair, twisting sections as you go.
Wrap hair in shower cap and towel for 30 minutes up to overnight.
Rinse hair by sections.

Style in desired protective style.

Flat Twists

Still working on my protective stylings, but here’s a start.
<3 Krystal


Hey there friends!

I have an exciting announcement for you!!!

But, first, let’s take a selfie!


Can you see my excitement?

I have been chosen as a #FoamFanatics Ambassador!

What exactly does that mean?! Watch below!

As a Foam Fanatic, I have the opportunity to participate in a 5K Foam Fest! I also get the opportunity to earn prizes when friends use my discount code (FF5672) to register for a race. Along with that, this unique code gets YOU $5 off your race registration!!! How awesome is that? Tell yo kids, tell yo wife, tell yo husbands, too!

I will also be participating in the 5K Foam Fest this fall in Dallas!!! Not in Dallas? 5K Foam Fest is taking place all over the globe click here to see when the next one is near you.

Hope to see you in DALLAS!