Recovery and PRs: My 2016

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

2015 Year in Review: The Year of Boston

I entered 2015 completely unhappy.  I hated my job, hated myself, was dealing with the resurgence of an eating disorder, was depressed and stressed, and things just seemed to be getting worse.  But in early January, a cold and snowy day like the recent week, I sat down among a crowd of other excited runners, ready to embark