Sunday evening, I attended another Thoughtluck on transitions and moving. What’s a Thoughtluck? A gathering of friends, acquaintances, and new faces, all to discuss a deep meaningful topic over some food (I always use it as an opportunity to recipe test– this time Chocolate Nutzo Cookies). I wrote about the Thoughluck on Motivation in this post.
This week was hard. Not physically hard. In fact, it was a cutback week, and my legs felt great! No, this week was one of those mentally hard weeks. Those emotionally hard weeks. Those weeks when I trip and fall into the depression ditch. Who am I kidding? Not only was this
I can’t pinpoint the moment. The exact moment when it happened. When the scales (ironically) tipped and my logical brain began to speak louder than my eating disorder brain. When I started viewing food as fuel and not as the enemy. When I was okay with eating two-thousand calories a day instead of two hundred. It happened