(potential eating disorder and exercise related trigger warning.)



Managed to run a little over two miles this morning--slowly, but I had the dog, which shaves a minute onto every mile. I'm feeling mostly recovered, although my mitochondria are still reporting taking scattered fire and casualties. Still, I'm going to make it to archery tonight.

I'm going to try yoga and a dog-run tomorrow, and then a long solo run Saturday--although the jury's still out on whether it'll be the one with all the damned hills.

Progress photo, with wet hair, because I am pleased by my biceps today:



Size 12 cargo pants, which fit well--a first since 2001. When not sick, I've upped my protein intake to 140 grams a day, and I'm seeing results in muscle definition. My biceps have a little notch at the bottom now--which you can't see in this photo, but hey.

For reference, a photo from 2006:



Blood pressure's down about 40/25 points, since you ask. ;-)