Get it, get fit.

While most of these are ridiculous and annoying things that your friends/family will say to you when you’re trying to get healthy, sometimes your friends are right — I’m talking specifically about 8, 9, 16, 18, and 19. There is such a thing as exercise addiction and exercise bulimia, and no, it’s not a good thing.

If your friend is expressing genuine concern about your exercise habits, don’t just blow him or her off for being “jealous.” Take some time to evaluate your attitude towards exercise:

Do you work out even though you’re injured or sick?

Do you miss work, hanging out with friends, appointments, or other obligations so that you can go exercise?

Do you feel unusually depressed when something prevents you from working out?

Do you work out for hours at a time, without taking rest days?

If most of these sound like you, please take some time to adjust your exercising habits (or to seek out someone who can help you adjust).

(Source: gettingclosereverydayx, via run-faster-eat-better)

10:17 am • 23 May 2012 • 1,807 notes

(Source: dontquit-befit, via gettingfit20)

10:15 am • 23 May 2012 • 428 notes

gettingtomygoalweightby2012:

You know how we love guys with lean and toned body? This woman here achieve exactly that. Wow.

(Source: 10on10)

10:15 am • 23 May 2012 • 376 notes

run-faster-eat-better:

Legit, I can’t even explain to you how badly my body was craving fruits and veggies after yesterday’s eating. Once you show your body the joys of eating natural foods and less processed things, you’re body will drool over this photo.

(Source: thinads)

10:13 am • 23 May 2012 • 3,892 notes

I’m in such a weird place…

It’s like, my head is replapsing but my body refuses.

My head says:
“Don’t eat that”
“Run longer”
“Cancel your plans, go to the gym again”
“You’re already sweating, another hour won’t hurt”
“100 calories in a snack? That’s too much!”

But my body doesn’t listen.
“I’ll eat it if I want, a turkey wrap won’t hurt me.”
“I’ve already run 5k, it’s supposed to be a light cardio day.”
“I don’t need to go again, I had a kick ass workout already.”
“I won’t overexercise, it’ll hurt more than it helps.”
“Too much? It’s just an orange, it’s good for me.”

I don’t want to eat.

I see this lady at my gym and she’s much worse than I ever was.

Ha, I say “worse” like it’s a bad thing.

She’s nothing but skin an bones, moving back and forth on the elliptical for an hour.

She’s beautiful.

I want that.

I want to waste away.

But I can’t let myself.

I can’t fall back into my old ways.

I’m eating healthy though I have some unhealthy hiccups along the way.

But I’m eating even though I don’t want to.

In my head, every morsel that touches my lips is too much, it’s a mistake.

Two turkey wraps is a binge.

An apple is a meal.

Tea is a snack.

But on paper, it’s nearly what it should be.

It’s hitting my daily net of 1400.

It’s drinking all the water and tea I should.

It’s a habit.

Mentally I’m falling back into that hole I worked so hard to crawl out of.

Physically I’m trying to stay on track.

I want to be skin and bones.

I want to be tight and tone.

I want this war inside me to end.

We’re going to visit family, leaving tomorrow after work and getting home Monday.

I’ll be alone, I won’t have Phil, I won’t have Katie or Arthur.

I’ll be all on my own.

I don’t do well on my own.

I break down.

I cut calories.

I run more.

I don’t sleep.

And that scares me.

It makes me wonder, which side will win?

10:11 am • 23 May 2012