Today I Chose a Different Path
Today, I woke up with zero motivation. The truth? I was carrying a storm inside me. A heavy, boiling rage that stems from something I recently went through. I won’t go into the details, but it’s been eating at me, pulling me toward old habits. Yesterday, I gave in to the urge to stress eat my feelings away. But today… today I refused. Instead of letting it destroy me, I turned that rage into fuel. I decided that if the world was going to throw punches, I was going to hit back…not with words, not with food, but with movement. Self-care was supposed to be my plan for the day, and normally that wouldn’t include a workout. But something in me snapped. I said out loud “not today satan” and I laced up my shoes and got ready to fight for my life. I told myself, “Just 10 minutes.” Then it became, “Okay, just 20”… and then I thought, you know what? I can do the whole damn thing. An hour and 17 minutes later, I stopped… and then… I cried. Not a cute, quiet cry. The kind that comes from deep in y...
