I hate Thanksgiving. I have nothing against thankfulness (something I try to practice daily), but as someone who has always struggled with food and body image, an entire day devoted to gluttony is definitely not on my list of favorite holidays.
For 32 years, I conformed. I suffered the turkey, the congealed salads, the endless hours of preparation and cleanup, the excess, the obligations.
But not this year. I threw out all the traditions and did Thanksgiving MY way.
Half marathon and pizza. And I was happy. And oh so grateful.
