Darth Vader

I've often wondered why my "drug" of choice has always been food. Where did it begin? Why do I love it so much and why does it make me feel so good?

I reward myself with food.

I sedate myself with food.

I eat when I'm happy.

I eat when I'm sad.

I eat because there is nothing else to do.

I've always wished that I was one of those people that loves to exercise-that every time something good or bad happens they go for a run...

Seems crazy I know but there are actually people that do that.

I guess they get from running what I get from eating.

I love the warm fuzzy feeling that comes with a full belly.

That feeling of pure satisfaction and contentment 

followed by feelings of self-loathing because I can't button my pants.

Most of us know the feeling.

However,

I did go running yesterday and it felt WONDERFUL.

The sore muscles not so much but then again they made me remember that I had actually done something to warrant them.

I would have gone today but I'm supposed to take it slow according to my running plan.

 I will go again tomorrow. 

Little side note:

Last night when I went for a run at the schools indoor track there were two girls walking.

They were taking up all four lanes.

I ran up behind and said excuse me and about scared the pants out of the pregnant one (so glad I didn't make her go into labor)

What I couldn't understand though was how she didn't here me running up behind here. 

I sounded like Darth Vader breathing so heavy.

I am out of shape for sure.

O and just FYI if you taste blood when you run its normal.

I asked my doctor.

Apparently for out of shape people like myself it is our lungs trying to build up.

Anyways I will go running again tomorrow and maybe eventually I can become one of those crazies that 

loves to run.

Someday.

Maybe.

If I'm lucky.

Or I guess if I work hard enough at it.