On Republic Day, I ran late, having some luxury of time. I’ve let myself go these past few days after Bombay. Eating, drinking with abandon. Or rather with greed.
I certainly don’t deserve it and I definitely don’t feel good about it later. And it isn’t insatiable appetite. It’s a mix of stress and anxiety and finding a spike of mood elevation after eating much more than I should be. Today, I promise myself, is the last day, at least for a while, for these indulgences.
I feel only slightly better after the run and the quick core workout.
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