what to expect when you're expecting

Coach likes to refer to what I'm currently going through as the Divorce Diet. You know, it's the one where you don't eat anything. At all. Like when I ate dinner on Saturday night (but not all that much because the Momma made tuna casserole because that's what my brother likes and I really don't like it) and forgot to eat again until Monday morning on the way to work.* I realize that's not necessarily unusual for me, what with my anorexic tendencies and all, but still . . .

I think I went through this when Dec and I broke up. But I don't remember the nausea, the constant desire to throw up, even without having eaten anything. It made my pilates and weight training workouts today rather difficult, especially with all the engaging of the core and what not.

However.

I went to yoga tonight. I'm not feeling the need to spew my guts right now. This is a pleasant thing. And I might actually like this yoga class. Maybe I'll go again next week.



*Thanks, Absent, for the smoked salmon; it was quite tasty on crackers.