True Life: I’m addicted to the gym

Since the middle of high school, I’ve been a complete gym addict. Sit down, gym. Stand up, gym. Pass out, gym. Wake up, gym.

The sad thing is, recently I’ve been so busy with school and the dreaded finals that I haven’t had the time to work out. It has been exactly 15 days since I last saw the inside of a fitness facility and the withdrawal could not be more real.

I decided to take some time to focus on my school work and lay off the intense exercise for a little while, but it is ruining my life. I sleep more, but that’s because I’m always tired. I read a text about something and forget what it said seconds later. I’ve missed meetings because I just can’t function enough to even remember I scheduled them. I literally cannot function without working out.

I knew being a fitness guru was a lifestyle choice and I knew it would be time consuming and that I would have to prioritize other aspects of my life over it sometimes, but I never thought that one week without the elliptical would cause such a catastrophic change in my life. I spend all day sleeping and when I realize I have to study, I can’t even do that because my body is drained from the lack of endorphins and adrenaline. I am literally slowly becoming a potato from not working out.

The other day, I tried to study and I couldn’t even recall the last flashcard I had read and all I could think about was the next time I would be able to run three miles. My friends have even confronted me, saying that I can’t even manage to form a full sentence because I’m spitting out word salad while day dreaming about lifting.

My lack of exercise is also cramping my style. Usually, I’m a pretty well dressed person, or I’m dressed like a slob but happy as a clam and the life of the party because my body is swimming with endorphins. Lately, I’ve been down in the dumps and not-so-stylish. I couldn’t even post on Instagram for like four days because I had no decent photos to share!! It took literally 57 tries to get the one I finally posted and I didn’t even like it that much. My body was NOT on fleek (though my high tops were).

I can’t even work up the energy to party because my adrenaline level is at an all-time low. Without fitness, I am nothing. I am a blob. I am a piece of gum smushed into the sidewalk. I am the brown part of the banana.

Moral of the story is: The gym life changes you and becomes your daily medicine. Don’t start because you won’t ever be able to stop and I NEED TO GET TO THE GYM RIGHT NOW OR I’M GOING TO DIE! BYEEEE.