Today I ventured on my first run in 3 weeks. Yeah, I didn't really hit the trails, more like the treadmill. It felt good. The last week I have eaten whatever I wanted. Food is comfort for me, but it doesn't work it just makes me feel worse because now I feel like a fat ass. So it felt good... Hopefully this the beginning to digging myself out of this hole and getting myself on track, to hitting the pavement (or treadmill), to treating this body that God gave me, the way it should be treated.