“I had arrived”. That elusive idea that once I get somewhere or that once I achieve something, I will be complete. That elusive story that if only I could look like x, or feel like y, then I’d be happy. The chase to nowhere and the high to nothing. I lived that way for a […]
I don’t eat it anymore, unless it is during my long runs on the weekend or during a competitive event where my nutritionist has prescribed me to give my body what it needs, in the form that it can be used, at that time. I don’t love it, and she knows that, but she hasn’t
Oh fuck, my FitBit died. Like, black hole, can’t resurrect it, can’t tell the time or track my steps. Its replacement is on its way, but what am I going to do? How am I going to track my steps? How am I going to remember to move and go for that extra walk if
I really am the problem. I am my irritation. I am my anger. I am my paralysis by analysis. I am my fear. I am the only version of the truth as I can see it, and all of the formerly mentioned are simply extended versions of that truth, in the moment. Me being the