The Girl Who Exercised Too Much

Blog, Chicks — January 25, 2010 at 4:52

Our spotlight today takes us to the blogging section of Elle magazine, which we know is a weird choice from what you expect from the DC AM, but hear us out, this one is kind of interesting. This girl talks about her addiction, which in this case is unfortunately not heroin, because those girls always look so hot, but actually exercise. She exercised on the constant. She calculated down to every calorie and made sure to burn each and every one off. If she had a late dinner she stayed up until she could treadmill it off, and I guess God forbid she get drunk one night and drink a thousand calories worth of Southern Comfort, she’s finding a nice comfortable spot to get all that stuff out. Anyway, she comes to term with what she is, a tight-assed, obsessive-compulsive, tedious maniac… er, self-reflective fitness freak? Anyway, read on following this link, it is actually worth it.

At 5′7″ and 127 pounds, I neither look nor am, according to my doctor, physically unhealthy. For the past 11 of my 29 years, however, maintaining my weight through a meticulous, real-time tabulation of calories consumed and burned has been my modus operandi. Eating and exercising are, for me, a single, fused activity; there is never one without the other, and more specifically, never an adjustment to one without an equal and opposite readjustment to the other. Just as it did in high school and college, where I was a disciplined rower, my social schedule revolves around my daily exercise, which is always at night, always just before bed. If a 7:30 p.m. dinner is pushed back to 9, I find a reason to cancel. If I can’t, I hit the gym as soon as my food is digested, sometimes as late as four in the morning.

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