My nutrition is plant-based. But I just ate a huge steak. Because f** diets.

When my mom sees me eat, she says I’m like a goat. I wished she meant the slang version of “goat” as in the greatest of all time but her English isn’t that good. She talks of me devouring vegetables. For dinner I’d sometimes fill my plate with huge leaves of kale, uncut, add olive oil and salt and that’d be my dinner.

My two oldest sons criticize me relentlessly for “eating just leaves” for dinner. I argue with them. I eat a lot in the first half of the day. But, yeah, I eat a lot of leaves, a lot of green stuff, in the evenings.

I run a lot too. Fifty miles a week at least.

I got injured a couple of weeks ago. Something painful in my foot. I hope not a stress fracture.

I’d been running non-stop for two years but the pain was bad so I had to take a break. No running for ten days. I started running two days ago. I feel ok though my foot is still tender at times.

Anyway, after losing a lot of weight two years ago and reaching the heights in running I couldn’t imagine (a 2.49 marathon!), I now have the urge to revisit my nutrition. I can feel it in my mind, in my body. I feel fine overall, notwithstanding my injury but I can feel it: I need to eat! I need to eat normally. Not undereat, not experiment with any element of my nutrition. I feel I’m playing with fire by not eating enough. I am not just talking about carbs, protein, and fiber. I’m talking about numerous minerals and…