The last 2 days were very rough. I had a hard time with eating. 7 years ago, I had an eating disorder, and it was incredibly hard to stay on the wagon. Just like an addict, it doesn’t take much to give in to that feeling of just one day. I didn’t eat much or well, but I did eat so I feel like I won the battle even if the war never ends.
Needless to say, I didn’t run this weekend. I knew that it wouldn’t be safe to put my body through a long distance run when I wasn’t giving it the fuel it needs. I had a good lunch, and I hope a good dinner, so I should be off to spend my Veteran’s day with an early 10+ mile run.