Inside the mind of a Division I student-athlete, recovered from a 15-year-long eating disorder. One Pound Another bad practice. That’s three days in a row. Not good, not good.  I had plenty of bad diving practices throughout my 15-year career. “Bad” had varying degrees from I didn’t go in the water straight to I struggled implementing my coach’s changes to I got kicked out. The latter, more severe “bad,” usually meant my coach was so frustrated with me for not making changes or executing correctly that it was just better to stop. As my fellow athletes know, we’re taught to avoid cementing bad habits into muscle memory. If you do it wrong too many times, the body will remember the incorrect move more than it remembers the correct one. During my sophomore year at Stanford University, this particular series of “bad” practices was that I wasn’t completing my dives. For instance, my back 2-1/2 somersaults (off the 3-meter springboard) were more like 2-1/4’s. I wasn’t spinning as fast as I should and just not as powerful. My coach called me over to talk at the side of the pool deck. He looked very perplexed and asked me, “what’s going on?” I wish I knew. I don’t want to be slow or not make my dives either. I looked at him with an equally perplexed face but also staring down at the ground, feeling ashamed. “Have yo...