I’ve been trying to get back on track after a tough couple of weeks of next to no exercise, illness and poor diet. It’s hard going to try and be good all the time. This week started well with less calories consumed, a pound or two shed and a few more miles covered but yesterday I failed to get out on a run and at some point in the evening a few things that had been playing on my mind all day got the better of me and I headed for the bread bin and biscuit barrel to find comfort and solice (fatal). Today though is a new day and it started with a six mile run. My head is clear, belly is light and staring down the barrel of a 3 day weekend. Whoop Whoop. It’s amazing how one run, a little bit of sunshine can seemingly turn my mood around. Fickle huh?