This mornings run to work was the hardest run in a long time. Not because it was fast, or hilly, or hot, but because I feel depressed. My mood is somewhat defeatist. I have retired my food page, not because I wasn’t using it, but because it was pointless, I still ate like crap all weekend and now, not surprisingly I am down about it. I thought this mornings run would help, you know those runs when you get up you feel like you couldn’t possibly do it, but then it is the best run ever? But it didn’t get any better, it was a grind all the way.
Now I just have to get back on the wagon and show some SELF CONTROL! yesterday afternoon I couldn’t stop grazing, you know just going and standing infront of the fridge or pantry, door open, gazing in, trying to find something to fill a void? Blurgh! I can finally relate to TBL’s Munalita, who admitted that at the prospect of leaving the show, all she could think about was going and getting a pizza…at the moment I would have to say I fully understand.
OK, time to see what today brings.