Being able to talk to people who are fighting the same demons as I am is incredibly comforting. My friends and family try to be understanding, but they’ll never truly get it, and a small part of me is always worried they’re judging me, just a little bit.

Every now and then you even have to trick yourself into thinking you are going to exercise. Get in your car dressed in your workout clothes, bring your iPod and water bottle. Drive to the gym, even pull into the parking lot. Then comes the key: don’t go in. Think about it for a second. Do you really want to go in there for an hour and sweat?