I felt more comfortable in the water than on land.
I remember getting up in what seemed like the middle of the night to get to early morning swim practice before school started. The sky was dark and I had to brush the snow off my little Honda Accord.
I remember walking outside after long evening swim practices, the sky was dark and snow would be on the ground. My hair literally froze.
I remember getting tan lines on my back during summer swim.
I also remember my crazy eating habits. Unfortunately, this is not what you might think. I didn't consume extra calories to make up for the amount that I would burn off. In fact, I don't know how my body survived and how I could literally walk and stand up. I wasn't anorexic or bulimic but I was concerned about my body.
This was my daily menu:
Maybe one granola bar in the morning
Two granola bars at lunch
What?! Three granola bars?! How could I even swim?
I didn't want to eat an orange because it "felt heavy" in my hand so I thought that I would gain the weight of the orange.
Sometimes on Fridays, I would join some friends for lunch and hit up the local bakery and eat a plain bagel, but that was just because it was Friday. Other days I would join my friends at restaurants for lunch but just eat my two granola bars.
I had some sort of messed up idea of nutrition (despite what my parents told me and what my health class taught me).
So, what is the moral of the story? This was bad. Don't do this. It isn't healthy.