Exercise Anorexic to Exercise Junkie

I used to call myself exercise anorexic because I would go through long periods where I paid my gym dues but did not visit the inside of the gym. I would hit the gym for a few weeks or months even but always something would have me quitting again. Maybe I’d get sick, go on vacation, or just get busy at work and missing one day would lead to two and three and before I knew it I was a couch potato again.

It was hiring a trainer who somehow managed to get me to commit to not only the two sessions with him a week but two additional cardio workouts on my own. Showing up for my trainer was easy because showing up for someone else has always been easier than showing up for me. I always loved the way I felt after the gym but after about six months I started focusing on how I was feeling while working out. It usually takes about 10-minutes to get to what I call the cardio sweet spot where the adrenaline kicks in and I feel like I could go forever.

Finding that sweet spot is what gets me out of bed in the morning now. With or without a trainer I workout because I love the way it makes me feel. Making exercise my first priority I find I have more energy and focus, more confidence and enthusiasm professionally and socially. I recommit to my health every morning and in doing so I have redefined myself as an exerciser…a definition that has had a rippling effect throughout my life.