Well I can at least walk semi normally today, for the first time since the “Great Toe Massacre”. I would love to say that this means I will be running again soon, but I’m just not sure. It may take a week or so more to heal, so in the meantime I get to fight a personal battle with food. Whenever I get depressed or stressed, I eat. I don’t care what or how much. I find that since I am very upset about this little setback, I am starting to lean towards food again as a crutch to make me feel better. It’s an old and very bad habit that is terribly difficult to break. Although I have been much better than in years past, I still find myself desiring things that I haven’t wanted to eat in a very long time, like beer, candy and fast food. For the first time in a VERY long time yesterday, I was driving by Burger King and my stomach didn’t turn when I smelled it. In fact, my mouth watered. It’s a real trip to me how much of a psychological thing eating is… at least for me. But it’s also shameful and frustrating for me to not be able to fight this as well as I want to… Which, in turn, makes me want to eat… It’s an ugly cycle.