If you read my previous post, you would know that I suffered from an eating disorder. (You can read more here). When I thought I was getting better from my ED, I started going to the gym and eating what I wanted. I didn’t realize I was doing anything wrong. I mean, does it sound wrong to you?
No one noticed that I was crying on days I missed the gym. No one noticed me crying on a rest day. No one noticed my exhaustion, my constant lists of exercises to do that was always changing, or my one-hour cardio session on the StairMaster. On the outside looking in, I was going to the gym five to six days a week and was complimented, like any normal person would be, for being consistent. I was a “gym rat” in their eyes.
I haven’t been to the gym in MONTHS. Part of me is upset, disappointed, that I’m not in the gym slaving away. I think that because I’m not in the gym I’m fat, but I know that ultimately, I’m doing what is best for me and what is for my own good. I’m now only trying to go to the gym three days a week. I feel like if I go more, I’ll spiral back into my obsession.
Just know that if you feel bad after leaving the gym, thinking it wasn’t enough, you might want to take a break from the gym.
One day a week is better than no days. Sometimes no days is better than going, because mentally you need a break. Whether you go one day a week or four days a week, do it to make you happy.