I Stopped Working Out For 99 Days. Here’s What Happened

Iwas sitting in my dietician’s office, listening to her tell me (for the thousandth – at least) time that something had to change.

I’d been in active recovery for about 11 years. And while I could reach a point of stability, I could never actually call myself “recovered.” What was I missing? What was I doing wrong?

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: I had to cut out exercise.

I’d been struggling with compulsive exercise for years – almost the entire duration of my illness. During that time, I would eat any meal plan that I was given, do all of the journaling and self-care prescribed to me, and participate actively in individual and group therapy sessions.

The one thing that I was unwilling to let go of? Exercise.

I always had a reason to continue to hit the gym. Despite repeated suggestions from my treatment team to quit, I couldn’t stop.

Working out was my drug of choice.

It made me feel great about myself, it was a stress reliever, and I loved my identity as “the healthy girl.” I never felt like I was going to the gym too much, and I never felt like exercise was negatively impacting my life. After all, how could something that society says is so good for you possibly be bad for me?

Here’s the thing…

First, I had to understand and accept the difference between over exercise and compulsive exercise.

According to my justification, I wasn’t spending hours and hours every day at the gym, so I was fine, right? Wrong.

Although the time I was spending exercising wasn’t considered extreme, it was still disrupting my daily life.

Accept an invitation to go out with co-workers in the evening? Sorry, I have to work out.

Birthday dinner with my fiancé? Have to make sure I get my run in that morning.

Spend the day at my friend’s house because she just had a baby and can’t really go anywhere? Maybe for a while. But then I have to make sure I can get to my 4:00 class at the gym.

My compulsive workout schedule didn’t stop at dictating my social calendar. It constructed my food rules, too.

What I consumed in a day depended completely on whether or not I had “earned” it at the gym. My workouts even dictated which outfits I was allowed to wear in a day. I didn’t trust my body to tell me that it was hungry or full. I did not trust that my body was fine in whichever outfit I chose that day.

Exercise was the control that I thought I needed over my body.

Surrender

After I made the realization that I was indeed exercising compulsively, I did something that was terrifying and seemingly impossible.

With the support of my therapist, dietician, and fiancé, I surrendered all of my sneakers and my gym tag. I gave up my workouts indefinitely.

Here’s what happened…

The First Week

The first week was loud. The eating disorder voice in my head was relentless. Strains of “Why would you do this? You’re going to get so fat! You’re going to get so out of shape! You’re not even going to be able to walk up a flight of stairs! What are people going to think? The healthy girl, the runner? Can you even call yourself those things now that you’ve just given up?” were constantly scrolling through my head.

It made it very difficult to focus on anything else. But I’m incredibly fortunate to have a strong support system. As I voiced my thoughts, I always had someone there to help me debunk my eating disorder’s hurtful accusations and reshape my thoughts.

The first week was by far the hardest, but with help from my amazing supports (and a lot of crying, arguing, and attempted bargaining), I got through it.

One month later…

After about 4 weeks of discovering new ways to cope with stress (some of which worked, some of which did not), I had a pivotal light bulb moment: Nothing bad had happened to me.

I still fit in my clothes. I still got up and down stairs just fine. No one made comments about my break from the gym.

I had an appointment with my dietician, and although I was expecting tremendous weight gain, she assured me that was not the case and that my weight was the same. The same!

It was in that moment that I had my third major realization: Maybe I could trust my body.

98 days in

After the first month, I started challenging myself in ways that I never thought I would.

I started listening to my body.

At first, this was very difficult and confusing. If I got hungry, my first reaction was always, “I didn’t do anything today, so how could I possibly be hungry?”

After repeating my ED’s thoughts out loud, I would remind myself that all humans need to eat to survive. Hunger cues are your body’s way of signaling that you need food, just like being thirsty means that you need a drink and being cold means to put on a sweater. They’re all signals that your body sends, and guilt should not be a reaction to hunger (or thirst or cold).

I started to honor my hunger with foods that would satiate and satisfy me. In that time, I learned that I really like Indian food. And that I feel way better when I put dressing on my salads and that cottage cheese doesn’t really agree with me.

I went out with my friends and tried new restaurants. And I spent more time with my fiancé because I didn’t have to rush to the gym after work or first thing on a Saturday morning.

In short, I felt like I was connecting with people I loved and like I was living the life I truly wanted to be living.

The 99th day

On the 99th day, it was very nice outside. I drove to work with the windows down, looking at the woods on the side of the road and remembering when I used to go exploring in the woods when I was younger. I realized that I wanted to be outside in nature.

That day I also happened to have an appointment with my dietician. I told her that I really thought I was ready to add some movement back into my life. Connecting with nature and feeling my body move was something I genuinely wanted. I wanted to appreciate what my body could do instead of forcing it to do something it couldn’t.

At the same time, I wanted to honor my limitations (as it turns out, all humans have them) and listen to my body when it asked for exercise. I didn’t want exercise to be a scary thing anymore.

Just like I had to learn to listen to my body’s hunger cues, I had to learn to listen to my movement cues, too.

My dietician agreed, and the next day I went on the shortest, but most enjoyable jog of my life.

Today

Today I’m still working on my relationship with food and exercise. But I’ve come a very long way.

Fear is not a word I use to associate with going out to a restaurant or skipping a workout. Guilt doesn’t bubble up in me when my friend brags about how far she ran yesterday and I brag about how far I got in my current Netflix obsession.

Hunger isn’t a good thing or a bad thing, it just is. Some days I want to move a lot and some days I don’t want to move at all.

Some days I’m really hungry and some days, not so much. I’ve learned to hear what my body needs and respond appropriately.

Gaining LIFE

Warriors, this has not been an easy road. I am extremely fortunate to have amazing supports and an outstanding team help me through the tough times. Although I am not fully recovered (and I DO believe in full recovery), I am the most recovered and the happiest I have ever been.

Giving up exercise to gain back my life is the best thing that I have ever done for my recovery.

It was scary, yes. But  Warriors, if you have an inkling of suspicion that giving up exercise might be what you need, you won’t regret it. Remember, nothing bad will happen to you.

And who knows, you just might end up gaining back your life. 

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7 Comments

  • Thank you so much for writing this article. I relate to this on so many levels and this article really encouraged me today. You are an inspiration to me!

  • Thank you so much for this article it relates so much to my situation right now and you wrote it so beautifully. At my worst I would exercise even if I fainted half way through….I would just stand up and continue! I then went cold turkey and now I have exercise back in my life but in a balanced healthy way. I do pilates and yoga and walking because I want to and because they make me feel strong…not to lose wieght! Thanks again and good luck x

  • Thank you!!!! So much for your article and explaining your experience. I’m currently in so much physical pain due to osteoporosis and I jury to my knee, yet struggling to stop my ritualistic walking and standing despite the agony they cause. If I do rest then it’s so hard to feel I can adhere to my menu plan. Reading this: hearing about your courage, your fears and how you’ve not only survived what you thought impossible, but are so much more liberated because of it has really helped me. I’m going to read your article everyday to add strength to my recovery. I wish you so much luck and happiness. Lu x

  • Thank you for this. Reading it has changed my perspective on my own exercise behaviours. It has made me consider giving up the gym (although even typing this I find so scary I want to add several hundred caveats e.g. but not running, or climbing, or dancing, or walking). Your strength is inspiring, thank you for sharing a part of your journey and a part of yourself.

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