My name is Charlie, and I'm a compulsive overeater.
I'm celebrating this week. On Sunday, I mapped out a 5K run in my neighborhood and then I ran it! Without stopping! And I had a great time... 27:42. That's like a 9-minute mile!
Now I should say that I thought I would die there at the end. I was way too confident, and I started out running way too quickly. But I finished.
But tonight I deliberately paced myself a little slower at the beginning, and then I had so much energy at the end I was practically sprinting toward home! It was an amazing feeling.
This, my friends, is another miracle of recovery. I'm so, so grateful.