you’re not boring, you’re bored. is that right?

Recently, I heard a fellow blogger mention that they have nothing to write about anymore, so they quit blogging. I’m sure many bloggers or writers, for that matter, fall into the whole writer’s block dilemma at some point or another. A lot of the time I have so many things to write about, but it’s difficult to put my words into posts that are concise and to the point. I ramble. I’d admit that proudly.

I love reading blogs. I’m sorry, but even if you are the most boring person in the world, you are interesting (to someone). I say this while knowing there are dozens of YouTube channels dedicated to watching people play video games. Let that soak in. You can type in “people playing video games” and watch, for hours, if you can tolerate, someone playing a video game. Why? I don’t know why. But, you can. To me, that is boring. But, someone else is willing to sit there and watch. I won’t even get into the Vlogger (Mom, that means video + blogger) that plays with kids toys, that’s just creepy.

My point is, you’re not boring. Just write, I mean it you want to. Write about your husband (to remind me not to get one, I kid) or about your dogs (to remind me not to get one). Write about a new recipe you nailed or failed. Write about your interaction with a stranger or how you learned to take awesome pictures without a photographer. See!


Write about how to organize your dresser. Believe me, I would read that, and that’s one of the reasons my socks are folded like little sushi rolls, and they seem to be happy now.

And then there was Priscilla, from one of my favorite blogs, Priscilla Loves to Run. Because dang it, she really does love to run. She’s definitely not boring (yeah, I need to work on my blog titles). She loves to run and swim and bike to point that, like me, she pushes past limits and no matter what a doctor says sometimes, she does what shes loves to do. But, that’s besides that point.

Priscilla and I have an interesting connection. She graduated from the same DTR program in Texas that I am currently enrolled in. We were both in the Student Dietetic Organization (at different times) and have had most of the same classmates and instructors. I literally just missed formally meeting Priscilla by a semester. It wasn’t until recently we both kept seeing each others names on Fit Approach sites and #Sweatpink that we realized how small our worlds really are. How crazy is that? Priscilla is an ace. For her recent birthday, her only request was for everyone to do a random act of kindness in her honor. How awesome is that? 

So, besides the plug for you to check out >>> Priscilla Loves to Run <<<, Priscilla has also challenged me and a few other pink sweating ladies, because everyone knows ladies only sweat pink and sometimes glitter along with left over Bath & Body Works body mist, to join in on #1MillionMInutes.

“The whole Sweat Pink community is coming together to achieve one million minutes of activity this summer! As always, our goal is to inspire and encourage everyone to get moving so help us in getting your friends, family, co-workers, and everyone in between working with us this summer to achieve one million minutes of movement!”


So, all my wonderful readers I challenge you to join in. Send me your minutes. Our goal is one million minutes of moving your body. From anything to Zumba to Crossfit to running to lifting. I need you (well, your minutes)! Message me, tweet me, any way you can reach me. We are running this until August 21, so you gots time, but don’t wait until the end. That, my friend, would be brutal.

❤ Krystal

year of transition.

Do you have a familiar face? Every few months I meet a person who either knows someone who looks like me, talks like me, or both. I for one like to think of myself as a one-of-a-kind gem or precious stone, such as a crystal. See what I did there? But, ever since I was 13 or 14, I’ve been told I have a “twin”. Her name may be Kendra and she seems to follow me from coast to coast. This year, I found out she previously worked for the rehab facility I interned at and today, I found out she used to workout at my gym. I have no clue if she’s the same person, but it’s amusing to think I could have a look alike out there. So, Kendra or whoever you are, I would like meet you (and possibly judge if we really look alike). I personally like to credit Atong for being my long lost twin. A woman can dream, right? image IMG_6212 Any who! My calves hurt. And, so do my arms. My everything hurts. In the spirit of getting back on track with my workouts, I decided to hire a personal trainer. I’ve always been a person to rely on my feelings on whether to workout and eat right. The quality (and quantity, for that matter) of my training and dieting often times lands in the the in control of my moods. You heard me, a women can have M-O-O-D-S. Plural not singular. Take notes.

Here’s a few things I learned about being a “feeler” when it comes to working out (adapted from 1) Easily discouraged.  *I want results sooner rather than later. If I don’t see changes after a couple workouts, I am usually on to the next best thing.

2) Eat or drink for comfort. No limits. *Beer, cookies, cookies, cookies, and cookies. 

3) Self-conscious in the weight room. *I think everyone is watching me do something wrong, I mean isn’t that the reason for all those mirrors?

4) Extremely enthusiastic, so I train hard—maybe too hard. When I’m not enthusiastic, I struggle to get to the gym at all. *Many times my competitiveness and enthusiasm lead to injury because I push myself beyond what I am truly capable of doing and the cycle of pity begins.

Maybe, you’re like me. If you are, there is hope. Just like every other aspect of life: MAKE. A. PLAN. That has been the biggest hurdle for me. But, even one step pass that- Be proud of yourself. EACH. STEP. OF. THE. WAY. For myself, I think a lot of my discouragement comes from comparing my current self to what I was at my “best” self. I forget to compare all the training, sweat, blood, tears, sore muscles, aches, and pains. I need to remember to be proud of myself for each step in reaching my goals.

Limits. I need to learn that indulging is not a bad thing. But, it should not control my life. Excessive anything is usually not a good thing.

Be myself. Who cares if I am doing it wrong? I’m trying. There are so many resources on how to do things right. But, how will I ever learn if I don’t make a few mistakes along the way. I’ve heard that one the your worse enemy is reading about the world, and not going out to see for yourself. I, for one was guilty of reading and hoarding knowledge about how to do something, but never making the initial step into actually doing it. Seriously, I read about yoga for years, but it wasn’t until this past semester I finally took a class.

Don’t take on the world (too quickly). Yeah, I wanna look good by my 10-year reunion and all, but be smart. By default, I typically end up as the “team leader” among my friends. For example, in January two of my girlfriends and I decided we wanted to run a half marathon in April. You can imagine my enthusiasm when by January 24th I had already calculated about 50 miles and by January 31, I could barely walk. Really?! And from February to May I sat on the couch and ate cookies. Pace yourself, girl!

So, short story long. This is my year of transition. 28 years old will be a good year (even though I spent two months thinking I was 29), and it begins with the steps I decide to make each and everyday. Today is a good day for a good day. Today is also a good day to decide to have a good year! image

you owe it to yourself.

As I sat around all morning building up the energy and motivation to get out a conquer the world, I realized something I’ve been forgetting lately. Like most people, I’m pulled in several directions filling multiple roles throughout the week as a daughter, a student, an employee, a friend, a girlfriend, and a sister. Sometimes I forget through all the plans and schedules that I owe it to myself to be Krystal.

I would not trade any of these roles for the world, but I need to remind myself not to let the world pass me by without taking time to appreciate the moments.

I had today off of work, so I decided to finally get out of bed for some “me” time. I’ve been finishing up a devotional called “What is Love?” Quite  opposite of what you’d expect, I’ve come to the portion no one likes to talk about: enemies & hate. I get it, I get it. Love your enemies. I’ll love my enemies, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna like them. This is a battle for me, one that actually came up this past weekend.

My high school hosted an alumni soccer game on Saturday. It was such a wonderful time to get together with former teammates to reminisce on high school soccer days. We laughed about days gone by and celebrated where we are all at today. Throughout the several topics of conversation, certain name was mentioned and my blood began to boil, as a lava off hatred erupted from my vocal chords. (Sorry, people, I’m being real.) Where did that even come from? But, seriously how can you love an enemy you don’t even like?

So today, after reading that devotional, I realized this: I owe it to myself…

1) To forgive. They always say, forgiveness isn’t for them, it’s for you.

2) To live. Appreciate moments and don’t let the world pass you by.

By no means is this a complete list, but the beginning of things to remember on a daily basis. Both of these thoughts are freeing. Oh-so-freeing!

What do you owe yourself to do?

Oh, I ran today too!!!

august update.


Yay, yay, yay!!!

I’m slowly but surely calculating missed miles for the last couple months. This past month I was able tally up a whooping 70.93 miles by riding my bike to the gym and running some on the treadmill. I’m so excited to get some numbers written down.

My current Texas dilemma: I get lost practically everywhere I go. Bringing me to near tears. Today, it took me nearly an hour to find my destination only about 7 miles from my house. I will partially blame my GPS for not having the location on the map. But, my 7th sense of direction is non-existent. I need to work on that. I spend way too much time lost in my car in my “hometown”.

Tomorrow I begin my Anatomy & Physiology class. I know, it’s Saturday. Guess that’s one “perk” of taking classes at a community college. There are classes literally everyday of the week. But, why take a class on Saturday, you ask. 1) It should limit me staying up late on Fridays knowing I have to take care of business 2) Having class once a week to get it out of the way as quickly and painlessly as possible.

This class has already slightly stressed me out. First, the bookstore told me the wrong book, which has been on backorder for weeks. Not only that, the two books, you read that right, BOOKS, I actually need are $300 together at the bookstore. And… to add more to the stress, my professor has assigned chapters to read before class. Can a sista get her book, please? After battling with the bookstore about the books I needed, which they only had three left in stock, I’ve been trying to cram in chapters while working on a refund for the book I didn’t need.


I now realized I should have spent more time finishing my summer reading list, because don’t think I’ll have much time to read for fun, per say.

But, summer time is officially over for me, time to get down to biznazz.

August miles: 70.93 miles

what i did today.

Today, I lifted. A lot.

I’ve been experimenting with new pre-workout drinks. Today, I found out why I will never do drugs. I literally felt like I was growing hair on my chest. So, the energy part of it worked as planned, but the itchy side effects, I could do without. Energy I want, and energy I got. I just had to move.

So, of course I began with a good Prancercise. If you have not, do me a solid, and click on the link.

Prancerise (Enhanced) from kwright18 on Vimeo.

Okay, after I got that out of the way. Here’s what I did today:

Tough Upper Body Day

push ups.

Since, I will be out of town for work this week, I really wanted to hit the gym hard. Who knows how much time or resources I will have over the next few days on the road.

face pulls.

Even after a pretty exhausting day in the gym, I still had some energy to burn. So, I went for a 2-mile run in my neighborhood.

Exciting news!!! I got my EnergyBits in the mail today! Can’t wait to give them a try and possibly be a new ambassador for them. They are already one up in my books. They are one of the sponsors for the One Run For Boston, which passes through my neck of the woods June 17- June 19. Keep a look out for runners in your town.