Caroline Eubanks

Instead of falling in love with the culinary paradise, I was stuck in a cycle of disordered eating and dealing with it thousands of miles away from home.

My breathing hastened and my crying intensified. The elevation wasn’t doing me any favors. All I knew was that it was pitch black on a lava field in Guatemala and I’d lost my tour group.

It didn’t matter that I wasn’t setting the record for fastest time Hiking Machu Pichu — this wasn’t a competition. All I had to do is walk.