You Don't Have To Exercise Every Day

On the left, you'll find a previous version of me; on the right, you'll find a current version of me. I re-surfaced a few older pictures to show you what my lean, toned body used to look like. I'm also showing you what my feminine, healthy, and strong body looks like now. Progress is such a beautiful thing. Time is such a beautiful thing. And change is such a beautiful thing.

My relationship with exercise has changed a lot over the course of my life. I went from an intuitive exerciser, to a rigid (read: daily) exerciser, back to a mostly intuitive exerciser. This journey has taken me a long, long time — and, I know it's far from over.

As I get older and my body naturally changes, the way I move my body is naturally changing, too. It's a parallel track, and the only direction is forward. My old exercise habits are years behind me. You won’t find me lifting weights like I did when I was 23. You won't find me running like I did when I was 19. And for that matter, you won't find me playing basketball like I did when I was 10. I've found styles of movement that fit my current life, and they're not dictated by anyone other than myself. 

So, as I begin unraveling parts of my story, I want to tell you about my relationship with exercise. Because, well, we all have one. It's either a relationship you’re proud of, a relationship that needs some tending to, or possibly it’s somewhere in between. Mine hasn't exactly been smooth sailing. And, I know my story isn’t unheard of. I'm not the only who who has struggled with overexercising (or, for that matter, using exercise as a coping mechanism). I hope that in sharing my story, I can inspire you to share yours. Or, better yet, I can inspire you to reevaluate a few things, like: how you move your body, how often you move your body, and whether or not its actually how your body wants to be moved.

To start, let's rewind about 20 years ago. I was eight years old. I participated in recreational soccer, elementary school volleyball and basketball, and swam in the summertime. At this age, I was learning how to ski, ride a boogie board, and hit tennis balls. During the school year, you could find me climbing on the playground, playing four-square or tetherball during lunch, and if a cute boy was around, I was likely practicing my dribbling skills. Yes, I was very active, but not more so than most of my friends. Plus, each sport had its season, and it was truly a memorable, carefree time in my life.

I loved being a team player, and having good sportsmanship was important to my parents. In all reality, my parents just wanted me to be a dependable, contributing teammate. But above all else, they just wanted me to be happy. They also taught me how to be competitive in a healthy way — something I hope to carry on when I have children of my own. Now, was I a star athlete? Not quite. Was I great at all of these sports? Of course not. But, that didn't deter me from thoroughly enjoying them. At the very root of it, I played sports because they were fun, because I loved spending time with my schoolmates and friends, and because my parents were (graciously) able to afford after-school activities.  

During this time period, which extended all of the way through high school, exercise was never about burning calories. It was never about molding my body into a particular shape. It was never about being overly competitive. And, it was never about changing my weight.

During high school, I played water polo (a very short-lived season), ran cross-country, and I swam. Again, I didn't participate in these sports to burn calories. At this point in my life, I don't think I knew what a calorie was. Instead, I played sports to move my strong body, to feel a sense of camaraderie, and to hang out with my closest friends. It was truly that simple. Playing sports gave me an identity, and it gave me a beautiful sense of belonging. Plus, I distinctly remember not knowing how much I weighed as a high school athlete, and best of all, my weight didn't matter.

Now, let's fast-forward to college. End of sophomore year, to be precise. I started running on a frequent basis, learned to tolerate swimming indoors, and went to my first yoga class. I also spent more time in my college's gym. And, I made friends who frequented the gym as often as I did. While my exercise habits weren't obsessive at this point, things slowly started to change. Over the course of the next year or so, exercise became a coping mechanism. A crutch. A way for me to find stability when my emotions were anything but. I went through a breakup that rocked me to my core, left to study abroad in a new-to-me-place (read: I got fairly homesick), and once I returned, I began my term as a sorority president...while balancing a full-load of classes and part-time babysitting.

In my (limited) free time, the only things I could keep steady were the miles I logged on the treadmill, the hours I racked up flowing on my yoga mat, and the minutes I spent lifting weights.

So, yeah. Thankfully, though, my family and a close friend swooped in and gave me the support I needed. I knew, almost instantly, that I needed to make a few significant lifestyle adjustments. Looking back, though, I only semi-healed. Because throughout the rest of my college days (and into my early post-grad years), I still exercised a lot. I found an intense style of bootcamp yoga with weights, and I was there 5-6x per week. Some days, I took more than one yoga class. This wasn't — and isn't — healthy.

I'm honestly not sure how I exercised as much as I did. I can't even fathom an exercise routine like that anymore. But, with anything in life, you live and you learn.

To top it off, I thought I was eating enough to sustain the amount of exercise I was doing. But, I wasn't. I ate very, very clean. And as a side note, because I’m sure my female readers are wondering, I was getting my cycle during this time. But, only synthetically. For various reasons, I was on birth control. However, birth control simply mimics a menstrual cycle — it is NOT the same thing as your body inducing a natural menstrual cycle. It fact, it's pretty far from it. If you want to read more about this, Robyn has plenty of articles to skim through.

Anyway, let's jump to 2013. That's when I started dating my (now) husband. Miraculously, things started to shift. The more time we spent together, the more I realized that my beloved tie to eating clean and exercising daily wasn’t healthy. One wintry Sunday morning — and I’ll never forget this — we got in a terrible argument. He kindly wanted to take me on a spontaneous date, and I chose to go workout instead.

As you can imagine, I did not make the right choice. But, this was a pivotal, life-changing experience for me. I realized how out of whack my priorities were, and I vowed to myself that change was on the horizon. Over time, he helped me loosen my grip on all things exercise and food. And, although it took a handful of transparent, emotional conversations to get honest with my struggles, I eventually told him everything.

But because he is who he is, he never once judged me, pushed me away, or thought differently of me. All he did was ask how he could help. Our relationship grew ten-fold because of my honesty and because of his understanding. At the time, he didn’t realize the scope of the impact he was having on me. But without a doubt, he was my catalyst for change.

If we fast-forward to today, my workouts aren't the focal point of my life. I do appreciate a good endorphin high, I love the mental clarity I get from taking time away from my computer, and I've made very close friends at my local yoga studio. I also view exercise as a form of self-care. However, I'm careful to ensure that the pendulum doesn't swing too far in either direction. As soon as I feel myself exercising for reasons other than mental clarity, to see my friends, and to feel strong in my body, I take a step back. I've found that it's incredibly important to constantly be re-evaluating my relationship with exercise — I don't want it to be at one extreme or another.

Nowadays, I enjoy long walks, yoga, the occasional TRX class, and fun spin classes. I mix it up, and I don't exercise every day. I listen to my body and I hardly ever workout early in the morning. I'd much rather sleep. Some days, I don't get the chance to leave my apartment. Other days, I'll go on a 30-minute walk and listen to a podcast. But, sometimes I crave a good workout class. I make sure to rest, too. It's not uncommon for me to take off quite a few days in a row. Other weeks, I move my body 2-3 days in a row. It just truly depends on how I'm feeling.

I honor what my body wants, not what I want for my body.

Unlike my early 20s, I'm actually eating enough to sustain my workouts. I know this because I have plenty of energy while I exercise, I don't feel achy or sore after my workouts, I'm sleeping soundly, and I'm naturally getting my menstrual cycle. For many women (myself included), having a naturally occurring cycle is significantly correlated to exercise. Having it is an indicator that the amount / intensity of your exercise routine isn't creating too much stress on your body.

That said, if you're wondering what some of the symptoms of overexercising are, here's a short article. And, if you think you might be exercising too much, reach out to me! I help my clients find ways to move their bodies in a supportive, balanced way. If exercise is a form of punishment, habitual calorie burn, or a way to morph your body into something it genetically isn't, etc., let's work together to change this. Having a positive, gentle, and healthy relationship with exercise is so, so important. While my body certainly doesn't look like it did when I was in my early 20s, I truly love and appreciate how it looks (and feels) now. I have more body fat, more muscle in my legs, more strength, and an aura of feminism that I didn't have previously.

The last thing I'll leave you with — I believe that movement is a beautiful, important thing. We all need it. But, if movement is the reason why you skip out on brunch, it's the reason why you're getting fewer than 7-9 hours of sleep, and it's the reason why you justify eating dessert, maybe it's time to reevaluate how exercise plays a role in your life.

All my love,

Edie