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
On Sunday October 9th, 2016 I ran the 39th Chicago Marathon. It was marathon number 10 for me and my second time running Chicago. Last year I had such FOMOM (Fear of missing out on marathons…) as a spectator that I decided to run it this year, even though it
On Saturday, I ran the Mag Mile Half Marathon in Chicago. It was also my birthday. Why not run a birthday race? It was my second time running the Mag Mile Half (I ran it last year), but this year was slightly different because it was the first year that RAM
