[Body]

The past few months have been about trying to figure out how to not eat all the cookies. A good first step is not buying them. I really enjoy the process of fattening someone or thing up. It would not be a good idea for me to have a cat, a chihuahua or child. Usually, I don't spend a lot of time worrying about what I put in, as the expenditure is high. But, as with finances & other such life-stressors, I operate on senses & when it's sensory so that I'm feeling a little overwhelmed, I think it's important to take a look at balancing out by assessing what feels so heavy.

A lot of times the holidaze acts as a time-out. I wish I had treated it as such, but I spent much of my time not giving myself the break, considering over-indulgence operative of self-identity. It takes place in that delicate area where the training goes down, daylight hours diminish, work is stagnant, and sweaters hide feelings. Up until this year I have fully embraced seasonal eating, indulging until thoughts of bloated belly at DMB weekend looms more important than the fifth beer.

The truth is that how we feel about how we eat is always evolving; there's so much stress around it, specifically with women, more specifically with women who are runners, that I'm trying very hard to embody a position on diet & dietary needs or balance that isn't influenced most by cookie counts, seasons, comparison and how fast I go through my snack drawer at work.

As per a given challenge, I'm up for drinking a gallon of water a day for a week. Which is what a normal person would just drink, but, which on this day one, is like, killing me. I swear if I become one of those pullover pee'rs who everyone dreads going on a roadtrip with, I'm going to go on all the roadtrips with all the friends who encouraged this.