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Some of you may have read about my battle with an eating disorder in a recent In With Skin article. Although years later I am in a much better place physically, at times I still struggle psychologically. For example, Friday and Saturday, combined, I logged in 4.25 hours between the gym and Yoga studio. A girlfriend asked me why I push myself so hard. Without analyzing it too much, in some ways it’s oftentimes the only area of my life I truly feel in control over. Poor food choices or personal issues beyond my power equal double-time in my happy place(s). Of course, there’s also an element of attempting to fight the age thing. My girlfriend also suggested it’s a form of punishment. Whatever the reason, for me there’s nothing like the endorphin rush I receive — even the emotionally-charged moments where I’ve been flailed, my feelings stripped raw and exposed. Makes you want to hit the gym with me next time, doesn’t it?
Where’s your go-to happy place?
