I’m finally going to stop training fasted

Me at the gym this month I first went into a gym around 2015—of course, after loudly proclaiming as a naïve person in their early twenties that I would “never set foot in a gym”. Cue montages of me lifting some serious iron, doing all sorts of gym classes, and competing in and getting podium placements in powerlifting competitions. I became fitness obsessed about ten years ago, often exercising twice a day, and seven days a week with no rest. Ever since I started properly exercising and working out ten years ago, I’ve enjoyed doing it exclusively in the mornings, but have always trained on an empty stomach. I know that this is bad—or at the very least—not recommended. Back in 2014, I wrote a little ramble about how difficult it was for me to eat breakfast, and my malnourished body struggled to stomach any kind of food in the morning except miso soup. I have heard “you should eat” more times than I can remember. I may have been stubborn, but I am also not a fan of changing something I…