A huge part in my recovery from my eating disorder lies in shaping a happy relationship to exercise. One that is healthy, fun, and enjoyable, and that lacks the intent to lose weight, force my body into a specific shape, or punish myself for eating. For years, my life has revolved around exercising and going to the gym. It has been my number one priority, and what I’ve planned my days around. I’ve been crippled under the conviction that I have to work out in order to eat. That I have to exercise to suppress what inevitably would result in tremendous weight gain should I ever stop moving. I was able to sustain this lifestyle to a manageable – albeit exhausting – degree while I was at University. I was efficient and ambitious, always getting straight to work on school assignments and exams, finishing tasks days or weeks in advance. This allowed me…