Lessons from the Ride: Tales of Intuitive Eating, Anxiety and Mindlessness.
Tell me this isn't great? Let me preface this post by saying that I’m no exercise fanatic. I like to work out—it makes me feel good—but if I don’t get the chance to, I’m not bent out of shape. I’ve never been much of an athlete. No need for tears, but in elementary school I recall being one of the last ones chosen for teams. I’m over it now, though, really. It was not until my diagnosis of MS, Multiple Sclerosis that I began to regularly bike ride although I’d done my share of hiking. This past weekend marks my 10-year anniversary riding this 2-day fundraising ride, a total of 156 miles from Boston, Massachusetts to the tip of Cape Cod—Provincetown. During the ride thoughts of blogging never entered my mind. But afterwards, I was struck by several observations that I just had to share. Intuitive eating? Not quite As you’re well aware, I’m a big advocate of intuitive eating. But the truth is, intuitive doesn’t always work . Case in point: I’d ridden 15 miles to the first rest stop...