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[crownomancer]

Adjustment period.

[primasveraas-writing]

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Request: “Finnpoe where Finn keeps slipping into First Order habits/has culture shock with the Resistance?”

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Finn knows he was reborn the day he left the First Order.

Out of blood and pain, he reentered the world. He was given a name. He was held in the embrace of friends who would become family, and the moment they saw him, they loved him.

He was struck down, and he awoke again, taking teetering, unsteady steps as he relearned how to walk. There was fire and water and darkness as he stumbled confusedly on the ship until he ran into Poe, and the universe began to make sense again.

And Finn was reborn.

Yet the past never left him. The sensation of freedom, at last, overtook him- a weight off his chest, blissful as he’d never known before. Finn wasn’t sure if it was rational to expect complete liberation when the ideals of the First Order were so deeply ingrained within him, but he was given a new life and a new identity to make his own.

If he was reborn, then FN-2187 is the ghost that haunts his every step.

On a surface level, everything is fine. He has friends, Poe and Rey, and the whole of the Resistance seems to welcome him with open arms. He is free to do as he pleases, so long as he pitches in around the base, and he doesn’t have to fight in combat unless he chooses to. He has full meals three times a day, and people who smile at him when he passes in the hall. On their new base, he can go outside and smell the fresh air and explore the natural world.

Every morning, Finn wakes up at 0600. It’s the same time the claxon went off in the First Order barracks, and true to his earliest memories, his eyes open routinely, even before the sun dawns over Ajan Kloss. Since duties don't start until 0700 or 0800, depending on rank, Finn watches the sun rise through his window, and tries not to think about how for the first time in his life, he has a window to call his own. He has his own private quarters, and they are deathly silent each day.

Regardless, Finn dresses promptly, then turns to face the light. The sun hasn’t yet crept through the trees into his room, but he knows it will soon. He glances at the chronometer sitting on his bedside table. Yesterday, the sun rose at 0641, the first beams coming through the window slowly, almost one by one. Today, he waits for the sun to rise just a few minutes later. 

This is how Finn bides his time, counting minutes of sunlight because he cannot escape a lifetime of conditioning.

At 0705, Finn rises, stretching his limbs, which are aching after an hour of sitting idly. Poe rises at 0700, and Finn has quickly learned that his friend is someone who can be considered a "morning person." It's a choice, apparently, to wake early and be productive at the start of the day. They make a habit of eating together before much of the base has come to life. In this sense, they are unique: few others willingly wake so early. Even Poe’s activity and enthusiasm are special, but Finn discovers that this is due to his two cups of caf taken daily in the morning. Even so, he's still brighter than Jessika, who refuses to talk until her first cup is empty, consumed slowly and accompanied with tired, sulky eyes.

Poe greets him loudly, smiling wide and clapping the other man on the back. Finn can’t help but respond just as happily, although it’s dampened with exhaustion, even after being awake for just one hour. Poe doesn’t notice, however, or attributes it to the normalcy of life during the war. Either way, Finn is glad no one else knows. He hasn’t told anyone of his sleeplessness, that he can betray the First Order but not shake them in his daily habits.

When they get to the mess, Poe heaps his plate with food, gleefully exclaiming about the freshness of a new dish that has appeared among the standard breakfast options. Finn takes small portions of a few staples, remembering how his stomach ached when he ate too much rich food immediately after joining the Resistance.

Jessika is already at their usual table, glowering at Poe when he says good morning. After Finn asks her why she’s up so early, she tosses back her dark hair, preparing to unload her grievances.

“Someone assigned me training duty,” she says, pointing a finger accusingly at Poe, who only grins in response. “I’m teaching a few new recruits the x-wing basics.” And although she rolls her eyes to puncuate this statement, Finn knows that she doesn’t really mind, aside from requiring an extra cup of caf and some pretend sympathy for the lost hour of rest.

The female pilot sighs, returning to her plate and half-emptied mug. She looks at Finn and shakes her head. “Man, I cannot understand how you don’t eat more. I wake up and I’m starving.” Almost to emphasize her point, she shovels a pile of eggs into her mouth decorously.

“Charming, Pava,” Poe says, snorting. Finn chuckles too, ignoring the sensation of his stomach dropping into the floor. The food provided by the Resistance is far more than he’s used to- so much more than the First Order had ever allotted for their soldiers. It was never enough then, but it didn’t matter. Their job was to function, not to be satisfied.

Still, Finn considers taking more food. His portioning had led to embarrassment one day when his stomach had growled loudly during a Resistance meeting. Most paid him no mind, but Poe, standing next to him, had offered Finn a ration bar, furthering the heat already burning Finn’s cheeks. He had promptly refused, ashamed that his body had ousted his hunger. He was already receiving plenty of food; he shouldn’t need even more.

Despite his thoughts, the meal continues, the pilots beside Finn drawing him out of his reverie. They are a reminder; he is a part of them now, but Finn does not get up to add more food to his plate. He starts the day still hungry.

Most of the day passes normally; by now he knows to smile at his fellow Resistance members in the hall and relax his posture when he walks. Only once does he catch himself looking around in fear of being reprimanded for breaking protocol, but he manages to remember where he is and the right way to behave. He attends a strategy meeting, laughs with his friends, and as the day continues, the knot of anxiety in his stomach begins to unwind.

It’s clearly fine, and Finn tries to show it. Most of the time, Finn doesn’t even feel his heart beating out of his chest; the fact that he can disregard it demonstrates his progress. Even when his voice falters midconversation, after missing Snap’s layered sarcasm minutes into a debate, he recovers quickly enough that they all can laugh and move on. Finn laughs the loudest, failing to notice how Poe refrains, moving slightly closer to his friend.

It’s been a good day, Finn decides, with significantly fewer blunders made than the day before. Finn tries to maintain the conversation before he lets himself get lost in review, thinking over what he should have done better. But by the time he’s in the command room, even after the last meal of the day, his mind wanders, and General Organa, made haughty by extended hours, barks out his name suddenly.

Finn instantly stiffens, snapping to attention. His gaze hardens, staring straight ahead, and his heart thuds in his chest, so loudly that he’ll be scolded for that too. His arms are rods at his side, and Finn braces for Phasma’s raised voice-

“Relax, Finn,” the General says softly. Her tone is as gentle as Finn’s ever heard it, mirroring her comforting touch as she reaches out to grasp Finn's shoulder. "We don't do that here. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

Finn nods, shame burning inside him, fueled by the anxiety that’s made its home within every part of his being. She is looking at him with pity in her eyes, and Finn cannot meet her gaze. Perhaps she realizes this, because she speaks again, this time assuming something closer to her typical conviction.

“To win a battle and to return scarred is still a victory. You have been fighting this battle ever since you got here. Nobody expects you to lose, but no one expects it to be easy, either.” Her words become conversational, as if Finn’s plight were the changing of the seasons. “But one good thing about living on a rebel base is that you’re surrounded by good, patient people. And most of us know a thing or two about change, too.”

She leaves it at that, but her eyes are sparkling. Finn comes back to himself, nodding. That one of the biggest differences between his old life and this new one- he's never felt a mother's gaze until Leia had looked at him, with such an unfamiliar sympathy and love. It's inexplicably wonderful; Finn wants to burst into tears and hug the General all at once. Sometimes he wonders if she would ever let him, but he can't allow himself to ever decide. Instead, he nods again, clearing his throat so he can manage a soft “thank you.”

Leia smiles briefly, then dismisses him for the night, declaring to the whole room that they have free time until duty begins again tomorrow.

***

Weeks pass, and Finn does better. He still doesn’t take more food, but each day, even each hour, he becomes more and more unrecognizable as a First Order trooper. He becomes Finn, who is part of the rebellion all around, born of his friends’ humor, love, and loyalty. It is good, even if he can still sometimes hear his heart pounding in his chest or stiffens whenever an admiral passes by.

At night, he collapses into bed, exhausted from the effort of assimilating into the Resistance. As soon as he’s left off from duty, Finn usually retreats to his quarters, preferring a few moments of peace and quiet to himself, lying on his bed as the world spins around him and he tries to regain a sense of balance between his new life and the one he left behind. He doesn’t wish to go back- of course not- but when he’s exhausted and depleted at the end of the day, he wants something familiar. Which in turn makes him angry, because all that’s ever been familiar was the First Order, and he certainly doesn’t want that. So the cycle continues, and Finn is helpless to it, even if it gets easier day by day. He is still resigned to the hurricane of emotions and tiredness at every quiet moment available to him, when the bustling life in the Resistance slows enough for him to think.

It’s on one of these nights, when Finn is halfway undressed and slumped in bed, that Poe comes knocking on his door. Finn, mostly asleep and lethargically watching the sun set through his window, scrambles to his feet, pulling on a pair of pants frantically.

“Coming!” Finn shouts, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, although his heart is racing enough that he’s fully awake already.

Poe is smiling when the door opens, but it quickly fades upon seeing Finn, wrinkled clothes, messy hair, and all. Tenderly, he reaches out to touch the other man’s shoulder, but Finn fights to keep a smile on his face still.

“Can I come in?”

Finn steps aside, allowing Poe into his quarters, almost regretting it when Poe’s critical eyes sweep over the room, taking in the emptiness of it all, including the bed that has already been slept in that evening.

“Take a breath, Finn,” Poe tells him, managing an easy grin once more. “I was just stopping by.”

Finn nods, relaxing his shoulders and posture, leaning into Poe as he speaks, showing calculated interest beyond his genuine appreciation at Poe’s visit.

“So,” the pilot continues, “is this where you disappear to every night?”

Freezing momentarily, as if he’d been caught, Finn has to remember how to talk. Perhaps Poe realizes this, because he speaks again, his tone gentle.

“I was just worried about you, buddy. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Finn shifts uncomfortably, dropping his gaze. “It’s a lot. Every day” His words are timid and painfully soft. “I just want to fit in but it’s all so new.”

Stepping closer to Finn, Poe reaches out to grasp Finn’s arm. “I understand, Finn. But you aren’t alone in this. I know how overwhelming this can be. We’re surrounded by all kinds of beings from around the galaxy during the middle of a war. I know it’s harder for you, but if you ever need anything, just ask.”

Wordlessly, Finn nods, and Poe draws him close, wrapping his arms around Finn’s waist and letting the former stormtrooper bury his face in Poe’s neck. 

***

So Finn does ask. In the morning, when Poe offers him a bite of his food, he tries it and asks for more. Not every day, but sometimes. He asks about species of beings he’s never seen before, to try and understand all parts of the Resistance. He asks how he can help, how he can reach out to people he’s never talked to on the base. He asks how to fit in, how he should address his superiors and compose himself during meetings. He asks medics and Poe and everyone he knows who has faced impossible odds and the anxiety that comes with it on how to find and keep calm. He asks for help when he doesn’t understand something, even after the relevant moment has passed, because Poe is always there afterward, his eyes kind and knowing, and Finn learns that Poe will never stop being there for him. It is gradual and slow, but soon enough, Finn isn’t embarrassed or afraid anymore, to need Poe’s help and patience, and life becomes easier.

So Finn later asks, only partially shy, if he can kiss Poe.

(Poe says yes.)

Then Poe is there, in the early hours, when Finn wakes before dawn. His boyfriend is a light sleeper; as soon as Finn stirs in in his arms, Poe rises too. At first, they start their day together, beginning their daily duties hours earlier, but as time goes on, and Finn feels more at home in Poe’s embrace, he stays in bed longer, even if he can’t fall asleep again. Until, one day, Finn opens his eyes and sees Poe smiling above him. Finn is confused, but upon checking the chronometer next to him, he realizes that it is far past 0600. This does not happen the next day, nor the one after that, but it is the start of a gradual change, one that will continue through to the rest of his life.

They share a cup of caf after, especially when it becomes routine for Poe to wake Finn, despite the latter's grumpy protests. Finn starts by sipping the dark beverage, made strong and without sugary additives, even though it's far too bitter for Finn's preferences. Poe laughs at him when his nose wrinkles at the flavor, but he doesn't mind it when their kisses shortly thereafter still have the lingering warmth and taste of the drink.

Finn discovers his favorite food, a dish made from exotic fruits. The recipe has been passed on from Shara Bey to her son, who recreates it for Finn after a particularly bountiful supply run, and all Finn wants is more, a thousand more lazy afternoons watching Poe cook and mutter to himself in languages from Yavin IV, and kissing Finn periodically as he does it all.

They hold hands in the hall, and Finn finds himself grinning back at his friends, heat flushing his cheeks when Poe tells him how beautiful his smile is. That’s new too, the ease with which he can navigate teasing and sarcasm, and he is overjoyed when Black Squadron falls to pieces at one of his jokes.

Leia smiles at him brightly as ever, and after Finn suggests a new strategy, he realizes she's beaming at him. Once the meeting adjourns, she wraps her arm around his shoulder and tells him she's glad he's home. He does get choked up then, turning away so Leia doesn't see the shine in his eyes, but she is merciful enough to squeeze his arm and walk away, leaving the statement hanging in the air, and Finn to his joy and thoughts.

But she’s right, he thinks, as the Resistance celebrates another victory that night. He’s curled in Poe’s arms, watching the flames of the bonfire flicker into the night, listening to the laughter and shouts of joy from the rest of the base as they drink and party with a sense of carefreeness that is surprisingly common here, even during the war. 

This is home.

[johannstutt413]

The Doctor sat patiently in the chair as Warfarin went about the preparations for his weekly Oripathy examination. As a scientist (in a way) himself, knowing that the renowned Dr. Blood was willing to perform these routine examinations was humbling - after all, the advancements in hematology with minimal assistance…Of course, some of that might be thanks to her vampirism, but that had never bothered him.

“Everything is in place,” she announced amidst the Doctor’s contemplations. “You’re ready as well, I assume?”

“Correct...Warfarin, can I ask you a personal question?”

As she walked over to him with a needle, Warfarin nodded. “Of course.”

“I understand that you often drink blood from bags,” he mused, “but without them, you’d have to drink directly from the subject, if I’m not mistaken?”

“You’re not...If you wish to continue this discussion, maybe it should wait until I’ve drawn the necessary sample.”

The Doctor acquiesced. “Sure. Can I ask a different question?”

“Quite inquisitive today, aren’t you?” She sighed as she delicately stuck the needle into his arm. “Usually my patients refuse to converse, doing their best not to look terrified - or, of course, they’re incapacitated, but that’s neither here or there. What else are you wondering?”

“I was looking through the disciplinary documentation, and apparently you’re not allowed to come near me in a non-medical context for some reason...could you tell me anything about that?”

Warfarin took a sharp breath. “Another question that should wait a moment.”

“As you wish.” He watched her as she stared at the needle, a strange look in her eyes. “Hmm.”

“What is it?”

The Doctor smiled. “Nothing that can’t wait.”

“Well then.” She removed the needle and set a clump of absorbent material over the now-leaking hole. “Pressure. A few more minutes, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” His hand brushed hers for a moment...It was surprisingly warm, despite the rumors.

When Warfarin returned with a bandage, she seemed nervous to the Doctor. “Compression applied. Normally this would mean you must leave my office immediately, but as this contact is being made of your own volition, it should be okay. Perhaps, to be safe, we should start with the second question, so you understand the risks.”

“Risks?” Light danced behind the Doctor’s eyes. “Warfarin, what do you mean?”

“The restraining order was put in place because...because I want your blood, Doctor.” She took a seat on a rolling stool next to the patient’s chair, her hands pressing into her lap.

He leaned forward. “Is that unusual? You sustain yourself on blood and have devoted yourself to researching its properties as both a Sarkazian scientist and a sort of vampiric sommelier, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Sommeli-” Shock joined the mix of emotions in her glances. “You read those papers?”

“Sarkazians interest me greatly - the variety of body types would suggest you’re not a single race after all, but a coalition of different races classified as such by the fearful and unscientific, and the vampire branch in particular...Besides, your opinion is important to me, both in scientific fields and other things.”

Warfarin averted her eyes. “This must be a result of your amnesia, Doctor, because I don’t believe you could feel this way if you knew all the things I attempted-”

“Let me guess.” The Doctor stepped out of the patient’s chair and perched himself on another stool, closer to the vials of blood, which he moved back to Warfarin as she once again avoided looking at him. “Despite your best efforts to restrain yourself, there’s some chemical combination in my circulatory system that triggers a primal response from you - you have to have a taste, but you know that once that first drop crosses the threshold, there would be nothing to stop you from draining me dry, and yet the sheer force of this urge pushed you to acts that go against Rhodes Island’s ethical policies. The old me, or perhaps those in charge of ensuring his safety, saw this as too great a risk to my health, and so they prohibited all unnecessary contact between us. How much of that is true?”

“...All of it. If only I could isolate the compound that makes you smell so delicious- no, no, I shouldn’t think like that. I know I wouldn’t be able to contain myself.”

He smiled. “You’re doing a good job of it now, aren’t you?”

“I...” She forced herself to look at him. “Doctor, I think you should leave.”

“And I think I should stay. My first question remains - how do you feed from a person directly?”

Warfarin was silent for a moment before she started stamping her feet against the ground. “No, no, no, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening!”

“Warfarin.” His voice was authoritative but coaxing, as if he were trying to convince a child to relinquish a toy. “Warfarin, it’s okay. Just answer the question for me.”

“I would use my teeth to cut into somewhere on your body, preferably hairless, and lick and suck on the wound as it bleeds. As my name suggests, my saliva is a natural anticoagulant...Doctor, please go. This teasing is too much for me to handle.”

He rolled close enough to grab her hand. “It’s not teasing, Warfarin. I want to know what I’m signing up for.”

“Signing up?” Her eyes widened. “Doctor, have you not been listening?”

“You seem to have forgotten what I can do; if your actions become life-threatening, I am more than capable of removing the danger. I trust you to know both my limits and yours, though.”

Warfarin simply stared. “Why? What gives you such confidence in me?”

“It’s simple, really - I know your work.” He moved closer with each sentence. “I know how much your body will let you drain from me, and it’s not enough to be harmful.” Inches from her face at this point. “And most importantly, I find the idea of you feeding from me so attractive that I can’t force myself away.” Saying that, the Doctor went in for the kill, kissing her square on the lips.

She wasn’t just warm - she was feverishly hot. Rather than reciprocate, Warfarin pushed him away, their stools amplifying the force and leaving them on opposite sides of the office.

“I can’t.” She weakly asserted.

“Can’t or won’t?” He started rolling back towards her. “What’s stopping you? I’m willing, and we’d both enjoy it, so what keeps you wanting to hold back?”

Warfarin shook her head. “If I let the pleasure of feeding become entangled with romance, I’ll end up like the others of my kind - insatiable, relentless predators who commit unspeakable acts to keep their cold hearts feeling some kind of adrenaline rush.”

“You seem pretty warm to me.”

“Stop it! I’m serious!” She crossed her arms. “This is as much for your own good as it is mine.”

The Doctor glanced at the door and back to her. “You can’t simply use me as your sole meal provider?”

“I need to drink three liters of blood in a day to maintain normal functions. That would kill you.”

“What about if you synthesized artificial blood using mine as the model?” He smiled. “I know you could do that with the facilities on base.”

Warfarin sighed. “You are pushing far too much for this to happen for you to be in a healthy state of mind-”

“I’m not.”

“Huh?” She blinked. “You know you’re in an excited state, then?”

The Doctor, his usual uniform hanging from the door, wearing a red T-shirt, couldn’t hide anything from her at this point. “You’ve brought me to this excited state, Warfarin. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I don’t want to stop.”

“Doctor...Now you understand, then.”

“Just- just one more kiss, please, that’s all I’m asking for.” He grabbed his head in his hands. “Just the one, and I promise, I’ll-”

Warfarin stood from her stool, growing agitated herself. “You feel it now, don’t you? The inexplicable desire, the primal imperative, the cravings. It’s unbearable, isn’t it?”

“Just...just one more...please...”

“I have been fighting the urge for months while you were in that clinic in Chernobog, forcing myself to stay here while your body was just lying there, hooked up to IVs and all sorts of life support.” She wrung her hands. “It would have been so easy, so so easy to just take what I wanted, but I kept my distance for your sake. You’ve kissed me before, you know.”

He shook his head. “Impossible, I’d remember something like this.”

“Through complete loss of identity to the point of having to relearn how to use a computer? I’m not surprised you forgot, considering how much you struggled the first and second times. The third was less coercive, but by then, they had you under lock and key...Now, you come to me, offering yourself on a silver platter, afflicted with the same curse of desire I’ve felt for years, and you expect me to relent so easily?”

“You don’t have to drink my blood, then,” he muttered, “just let me hold you, caress you, feel your heat against my skin...”

Warfarin smiled. “To think this is the reward for my patience. Doctor, I’m offering you one more chance to escape.”

“Escape what?!” The Doctor leapt to his feet, hands balled into fists. “Go back to my daily life a tortured soul? Hmm? Are you so sadistic that you want me to suffer for the harm another, more foolish personality in this body caused you? Could you be so cruel after the oaths you’ve taken? Could you?!”

“I could be...oh, who am I kidding.” She pounced, picking him up and tossing him onto the patient bed and following shortly thereafter.

The delight in his eyes was infectious. “Finally, you’ve come to your senses!”

“Oh, no, Doctor.” There was no mistaking the hungry stare now. “I’ve completely lost them. All thanks to you.”

Considering what happened that afternoon, the fact that the Doctor was able to walk out afterwards with nothing but a dull headache spoke to his resilience; the further reality that he left to carry Warfarin off to his room announced the breakdown that had already begun. This was a star-crossed love if ever there had been one...and somehow, for all the catastrophizing the two of them would do over the next week as they debated coming clean, things turned out alright. Kal’tsit was reluctant to revoke the restraining order, but after the Doctor’s reaction to this news was noticeably more dangerous to his health then the alternative, she assigned him a counselor and relented. Warfarin became his personal assistant, continuing her research from his office, and those who knew her said that she was substantially more satisfied with life. Somehow, they salvaged a happy ending from something so accursed...

This Doctor’s tale is a cautionary one - after all, most Sarkaz vampires are far less noble in their intentions and means.

[thedeadellie]

Adulting on a Different Level;

My friends and I call being a functioning adult in society “Adulting.” Just so there’s no confusion there. 

I was at my best friends house last night and we were talking about how much our lives have changed in the last couple years. (Two to be exact). It started because we were talking about christmas presents, I was telling him about how I planned on getting him a pretty pricey headset for his games because he told me that’s what he wanted. He brought up that he was going to struggle to get even one gift for everyone and I told him not to worry about getting me anything if he can’t afford it. 

That’s when the conversation flipped, really. 

We talked about how I struggled a lot more than he did at first when it came to getting our lives sort of together. I turned eighteen first and my situation sucked ass if I’m being completely honest. I got kicked out and had to uproot my entire life from my little hometown to a fairly larger city and relearn how to accomplish things there. I struggled to find a job, if I did find one that I liked I struggled to hold it down for longer than a month. It was hard, I was trying to finish high school and still trying to make my mom proud by stretching myself too thin and burning myself out. I ended up in the hospital twice before I finally figured things out. And even now, I still struggle but we’ll get to that part. 

When he turned eighteen, the January after he moved out of his parent’s house with his significant other into their own little apartment. He had a VERY well paying job, bought his own car, a new phone and all that fun jazz. I can’t speak much on his experiences with anything that happened after all the initial things because with him working and me trying to figure out how to work like an adult, we didn’t spend much time together. 

But last night, we sat and talked. I told him that for a long time I was genuinely mad. Not at him but at myself because he somehow got ahead of me and I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t catch up to him. He was adulting on a different level than me. He had a place, a job, a car and was happy (or so he let us all think). He brought up that the only reason he got that far ahead of me was because he landed a job that paid him very very well which is valid. Then he started talking about me and how much I’m ahead of him now and I didn’t really understand it at first so I asked him what he meant. I also told him that the only reason that I might be ahead of him now is because I now hold a better job than him vs the job he has now. He told me that it wasn’t just that, not just the job or money aspect. He told me that as confusing as it could be for other people to understand, I knew who I was. Knew what I stood for and what I wanted in and out of life. I had a game plan, per say, of what I want my life to turn into and who I want to be. That I had it figured out and to be honest I started to laugh a little bit. Yes, I now have my own house, my own truck and a stable job. But I didn’t know how to tell him that even though it looks like I might have it figured it out, I still have no idea what I’m doing. I wake up everyday at the same time, go to the same job that I’ve had for the last five months, come home to the same home I’ve been in for the last two months and I do the same things daily. I have a routine. Everything that I have a “Plan” for, is just talk right now. I still have no idea what I’m actually doing. 

I’ve been looking into schools for my duel degree, looking at different houses because the one I’m in is my house but not my home but I’m still making the best out of it. 

I looked at him and I told him, “Find your passions again. Find who you are. Build off of that and I can promise you that you will find your way.” 

He looked back at me with almost a look of sadness and responded. “That right there. That’s how I know that we are definitely on different levels of adulting.” 

If you made it this far, thank you for reading all of that. I just wanted to put it somewhere it could be read and maybe someone else could relate to the saying “Adulting on a Different Level”. 

[eceoncu]

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Staff Perform My mother can make me a triple cappuccino and will get my concoction of thirty diverse vitamins and health supplements arranged. I've a few aides and two distinctive nurses who help me. Silvia continues to be with us for eleven a long time. She’s part of the spouse and children. She allows me shave and will get my exercise routine clothes from the closet. Then a Hoyer raise and Web get me away from bed and into a water-proof wheelchair.

LAB RAT After the accident, I felt like my daily life was on pause although All people was going gentle decades forward of me. Apart from becoming paralyzed, my system didn’t sweat. My skin seemed awful and have become clogged And that i broke out. The last thing I wanted to do was glimpse inside the mirror. My father And that i started Clark’s from a hospital mattress. I’m the lab rat. I exam lots of the goods we make in the morning. I've a roll-in shower so after screening I clean every little thing off.

PROGRESS My work out uniform is Uniqlo pants, Lacoste shirt, navy blue Adidas sneakers. For the very first three several years I didn’t head out. I shaved my head. I wore a similar paper healthcare facility trousers everyday right up until Christopher Reeve passed away. That’s when I realized I required to just take obligation for my existence. By 10 I’m in my guide wheelchair and may use my arms to groom myself. At my desk I’ll read emails. In the final 5 years my wonderful-motor actions have come back.

Entire body Function The garage was once a horse steady right before we turned it into my training and perform space. I've a standing body that looks like an elliptical equipment, and my assistant and aide get me in it. It’s pleasant to become standing yet again and to defy what individuals explained I’d under no circumstances be able to do. This moves my hands and legs and prevents osteoporosis, relieves discomfort and stretches my muscles. My apple iphone is tied for the cope with bar. In the week This really is how I make lots of my enterprise calls.

ENDORPHINS For the next hour I do bicycle rotations on my back again for muscle and spine stimulation which allows for aerobic action. I utilized to operate 7 miles on a daily basis and was on the crew team, so it is a worry release. I’m around 3,000 rotations, that's 6,000 techniques. Then I return e-mails and review my day and the 7 days.

TRIP TO THE CITY My mom and aide get the van All set. Getting the very first van was a way to re-create my independence. It was a large stage in my Restoration and gave me a sense of self. I lately started off taking a look at townhouses around the Upper West Side. I’m all set to shift out alone yet again. I like remaining close to Lincoln Heart for the opera and also the Museum of Organic Historical past.

The largest problem might be getting a property exactly where I'm able to add an elevator and develop a ramp. If I’m not executing that, we’ll all Visit the Achieved. I grew up in Italy, so I like considering historical perform, Specifically from Van Gogh.

FAMILY DINNER My brother and sister and their people all Are living close by. They appear over for our Thanksgiving-like Sunday meal. I textual content Everybody what to carry and when to point out. My brother grills steak, my mom will make gnocchi and tagliatelle, my niece does dessert, my nephew tends to make and serves the cappuccino. An individual is placing the desk. Some other person is selecting the wine. There’s a sense of intention to all of this; that’s what’s transformed in my life.

THERAPY My physical therapist arrives over. I’m relearning how you can crawl. I do planks and moving about on my elbows. I adore it. I’m Hearing songs — Abba, Erasure, Lady Gaga, Donna Summer time, anything pop and upbeat.

THE CLASSICS By eleven:15 I’ve been aided back into mattress and may observe a Film. I like outdated types, Primarily Hitchcock, like “Dial M for Murder.” I much like the elegance, and will catch one thing distinctive when I look at it. It’s not simply Grace or Tippi, there’s this ingredient of suspense.

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久しぶりでしょうね？ Let's catch up.

I haven't been diligently studying Japanese due to... just life. Some unavoidable things happened and I had to live through the nightmare. It's all right now. I think. I'm here to update you about how miserable it's been trying to catch up with what I've missed and maybe talk about the time I spoke to JO1's Sho who can speak English and I wanted to make an effort to speak to him in Japanese but failed (without sounding like a twat who's showing off).

Continue reading under the cut.

Note: I barely edited it, so if it sounds out of place, or my Japanese sounds awkward... tough luck, I'm probably not going to edit it.

1. Wanikani update

レベル１０に入ってでした。正直は、まだレベル9ですね。This thing levels up as soon as you learn everything there is on the level you formerly in, without taking into account if you have complete at least a round of revision on the last thing that you've learned (they call it 'review' on WK).

The SRS thing is proven to be the best method to recall phrases and kanji. I'm paying for Wanikani (okay, the thing is good. I like it) and have Anki installed and haven't reviewed anything since I created my decks. But it works alright. I may have the worst memory/information-retaining brain and it might've taken me forever to recall what 予 is (it's beforehand, apparently), but I can still remember the ones I've learned the longest; basically from levels 1-4. (I'm learning 予 in the latest level, that is level 9. I'm still suffering turbulence here.)

I haven't seen my stats. Let's have a look, shall we?

I live by the words 'it could've been worse.'

My percentages used to be at least in the 90% across the board, but I just jumped straight into reviewing and clearing over 900 radicals, kanji, and vocabulary without revising, hence why I've done terribly and now it's bringing my stats down.

Radicals I can't believe I fucked up my radicals. They were supposed to be the easiest. I have no words.

If you need a single tip to start learning kanji, you can start by learning its components, and that is the radicals. It'd be easier for you to create stories for mnemonics. Other than that, try Heisig's Remembering the Kanji.

Kanji I am aware I could've done better at this, but kanji itself is just confusing. It's sometimes easy to predict some of the words, like ち that's used for earth or soil (地) and pond (池)--and not to mention the difference is just the radicals soil and tsunami--but I deduced that some aspects of nature fall under the ち umbrella.

And then there are devils like 他 and 地. Ugh. I'm going to leave it here.

Vocabulary

I know what the word 交じる stands for, and then you have 交わる which is thrown into the mix just to confuse me, and that just pisses me off every damn time.

I honestly know the meaning better than the pronunciation... which is dumb because if I were to speak in Japanese, I'm supposed to say the words majiru or majiwaru, not to be mixed or to intersect.

One thing about WK: you might understand the meaning differently. For example, they may offer the word substitution, but I would think of another word, replacement. Unless you input the word 'replacement' into the system, it would still be wrong in your reviews, and you're expected to remember substitution instead. And as an ESL, well, sometimes I'm just expected to drill the word substitution into my brain. I barely use the word daily anyway. So, you're expected to do extra work in order to learn, which is not a bad thing, but it can be annoying sometimes.

To recap, I don't do terribly despite not doing WK for a few months, but I could've done better. It's still in the okay territory, but I'll do my best to improve my reading skills and expand my lexicon.

What's next? I still have to clear up 92 lessons which include the level 9 that I've yet to cover and the entirety of level 10. On top of that, the tens and hundreds of reviews need to be cleared out daily... it's still going to be a rigorous routine when it comes to this one.

2. Grammar (and Reading)

In order not to spend my own money on learning materials, I persuaded my mum to get me みんなの日本語 (MNN); both workbook and notes for Level 1, and I chipped in with my Kinokuniya discount card. Yes, I am 26, but my finances haven't been the greatest as of late, so if anyone needs to hire a writer/social media manager, please send me a DM.

I digressed. Anyway, I've reached the 4th chapter, and it's been great so far! The workbook is completely in Japanese, and as someone who can read hiragana, and to some extent, katakana, it's definitely a great book that helps me improve my reading skills. I wish WK and MNN were at least streamlined because the kanji on WK has the tendency to be more scattered due to the complexity of certain kanji despite them being N5-N4 kanji.

[I edited out a paragraph on Kanji levels and complexities but would like to highlight the inconsistencies in the kanji levels that's shared on the Internet, including in WK. I suppose you will never find the one true answer as to which level does 傘 (umbrella) belongs to: is it N5 per stated in Jisho, or is it N1 as stated in WK? I guess you will never know...)

I prefer MNN over Genki as Genki explains points in English and annotates translation/furigana as bright as day underneath the Japanese texts. As a high-functioning English/romaji reader, my brain isn't doing the hard word; it's just reading the English and romaji. MNN forces me to read in Japanese and makes me translate the sentences on my own, so I am actively learning from the activity. Whilst it has a separate book that explains the chapters in English, I find it very helpful for me to immerse myself in Japanese then flip through the English version of the book just to see how well I understand the lesson. I would suggest Genki for absolute beginners and MNN for those who are in the lower-intermediate level.

I've been reading JO1's mails and articles related to them with varying degree of successes. The shorter ones are simpler and more manageable, but reading longer ones make me quit halfway. I should be reading more so it'd be easier for me to recognise the ones I've yet to learn and strengthening those I've learned.

3. Active learning (Speaking, Listening and Writing)

I've tried to speak in Japanese to myself, and it's mostly え、なんだろう今。。。、ヤッバ、マジ？、いいですね！、ほんまに？ and the latter being 'really?' in Kansai dialect (関西弁), thanks to half of the members of JO1. Since I'm learning 'textbook', formal Japanese, I'm still finding it extremely difficult to communicate in vernacular/colloquial Japanese. Not that I'm familiar with 敬語 (keigo/honorific language) either, just trying to fit the よ, ね, です, します, ません et cetera have racked my brain and I'm at the precipice of trying not to lose my mind. Perhaps, if I tried harder, I'd be able to use it comfortably. But for now, please let me suffer from my stupidity.

Since I wanted to 'try harder', I'm currently going through Making Out in Japanese (it sounds crude, but so far it's been very mild and helpful)

I haven't been writing in Japanese, which is horrible, because what's the use of reading when you can't write. I tried making my own flashcards which ended up taking too much time so I turned to digitalised SRS instead, which can be both annoying and unhelpful sometimes. I'm not a fan of learning through the screen as it takes too much space on the table and plays a part as my focus destroyer. But I can't complain as these devices do make things infinite times easier for me.

For the past couple of weeks, I've interacted with more Japanese JAMs (that's what JO1 decided to christen their fans) and have made the effort to type in Japanese, albeit broken Japanese. I employed my brain, Jisho and the untrusting Papago and Google Translate (the translation sites merely help me check if my sentences make any sense). I bet they're reading my tweets and messages thinking, 'What the fuck is this person on about?' Well, I don't know either.

And here comes the horrible part.

I won yonton (용통 in Korean, basically a video call) and had the chance to speak to the JO1's leader. Which is awesome, yes? I had a week to prepare and that particular week leading up to the event had given me multiple heart attacks. Some dramas happened, an interview happened... and I had only a few days left to prepare. Towards the end of the week, I decided I was going to do 自己紹介 (self-introduction) in Japanese. I know enough to say *キラです。クアラルンプール出身です。マレーシアJAM です, though that sounds super awkward. What I did on the day was the exact opposite.

Well, it's a known fact that the leader speaks English. Heck, it's an open secret that we know he went to a school that had an English department, whatever that means. As the owner of this brain who've spent approximately weeks and hundreds of hours on Japanese, I think know enough to say those words. But what did I do?

I spoke to him in English.

Of course, like everything, it takes a while to set in. That evening, it occurred to me that not only I had spoken to him in English, I also didn't let him speak. I didn't let him finish his sentence.

To be fair, it was only for 30 seconds. I don't need him to speak, and I wanted to, for once, assert my dominance. (The running joke here is that he plays the character of a freaking flirt, and as a lesbian whose compulsory heterosexual crush is him, I have the inclination to get the man to sit down and shut up for once. I guess I did?)

It's not me if there's no faux pas. Anyways...

Today's the 290th day since I started using WK, basically the beginning of my journey to relearn Japanese. Will I be able to communicate at least on a conversational level by the time I'm 30? We will see.

If you're reading this and needs recommendations on resources that are free, hit me up!

またね。

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CrossFit Ruined My Confidence and Sent Me to the Hospital. Here’s Why I Still Do It

Over the previous One Decade, the fitness market has actually played out a whole lot like a zombie flick. Somewhere in a remote edge of California, a health and fitness craze breaks out, contaminating exercise enthusiasts in a viral spread that starts with an unpleasant impulse but quickly comes to be an indivisible part of the host's life. It's been a years into the epidemic recognized as "CrossFit," and the daring holdouts face loss as the sector breaks down around them in a mess of kettlebells, calf-length socks, as well as bloody pull-up bars.

Of program, CrossFitters might see it differently.

CrossFit is a health and fitness method that methods useful activities-- every little thing from running to gymnastics and also Olympic-style weight-lifting-- carried out at high intensity (frequently indicating "as quickly as possible"). Over the previous years, it's grown from a handful of affiliated gyms in the UNITED STATE to nearly 8,000 throughout the globe.

I've been CrossFitting given that late 2011, and because time, it's constructed me up, busted me down, triggered me to vomit, started much more bodily treatment consultations than I could count on fingers as well as toes, and sent me to the cosmetic surgeon's table for wrist reconstruction. I've seen others tear muscular tissues, knock themselves out on pull-up bars, and also, yes, establish the feared condition rhabdomyolysis (" rhabdo" for brief, a problem in which the body encounters fast muscular tissue malfunction in reaction to anxiety). Despite all that, I still hit the fitness center four or 5 times a week for stomach-wrenching exercises. Here's why.

The Community

When I found CrossFit in late 2011, I was frantically browsing for social electrical outlets. I 'd recently graduated from college and transferred to New York. The city verified both a dream and a headache for a country kid from Kentucky. Though I rejected to confess, I was still reeling from the fatality of my mother's grandpa. In spite of some superb good friends and also coworkers bordering me, I felt lonelier compared to ever before before.

What very first convinced me to join a local "box" (vernacular in the neighborhood for a CrossFit affiliate, or health club) wasn't the guarantee of intense workouts and a fitter body, it was the feeling of area. At an introduction class at a neighboring CrossFit gym, I was a lot more captivated by the sociability, support, as well as kindness than any of the grueling exercises. Members were pushing themselves and also each various other to the verge, then switching contact number as well as making plans to head out on the town after they would certainly recuperated from the day's punishment.

Shared suffering, mutual suck, call it what you will certainly: Pressing yourself to the physical limitation with complete strangers could breed friendships quicker compared to almost anything else I have actually witnessed. CrossFitters get a bum rap for being a zealous, overly affordable team, but that's just partly real. For several in the community, competition starts and finishes with on your own, and every exercise is an opportunity to prove you can press on your own additionally and also much faster than the day previously. (An excellent example imagined above: Me after my very first 500 extra pound deadlift, finished with a lot of good friends viewing.) In CrossFit competitions, it's a typical website to see people finish their workouts and instantly shift from athletes to supporters, yelling support at those they're seemingly contending against-- also when's there's cash on the line.

Joining a CrossFit associate led to several of my toughest connections and also provided me access to good friends with various jobs, interests, and backgrounds. It's been a very useful way to locate common ground with all type of individuals, both inside as well as outside the box.

The Knowledge

I've experienced hurt in CrossFit workouts, including (at the very least) 2 sprained ankles, a drawn back, small hamstring splits, and joint impingements. In late April 2013, the day after a particularly hard and also arm-intensive collection of exercises, I woke up to an inflamed right wrist. When four months of bodily treatment as well as remainder showed futile, I undertook a wrist reconstruction in mid-August. (The picture to the right is of me in the healing space.) I'm only currently obtaining back right into my old workout program, relearning motions that used to appear like second nature.

But to condemn CrossFit for this or other injuries would be a mistake. As with all health and fitness endeavors, it depends on the specific professional athlete as well as his or her instructors to produce a safe setting that minimizes the threat of injury. My fellow CrossFitters had nudged me over and over again to take far better treatment of my joints by using wrist wraps, icing, and also taking more remainder days, guidance I routinely disregarded. I disregarded my body's indicators and also wound up experiencing hurt, something the CrossFit area warns against.

While CrossFitters love pushing the body to its limitations, the area is likewise obsessed with raising knowledge concerning our fantastic human machines. CrossFit's emphasis on flexibility and also recovery strategies has actually brought considerable focus to just what we do around workout, assisting to popularize every little thing from weightlifting shoes to self-myofascial release (aka foam rolling). CrossFit numbers like physiotherapist Kelly Starrett and also activity expert Carl Paoli have functioned to get people across the world more in song with their bodies. CrossFit's methodology highlights a recognition of just how the body functions, as well as the neighborhood has welcomed that pursuit of understanding as an integral component of their experience.

Of training course, CrossFit's emphasis on expanding our understanding of the body has also backfired. By taking wonderful pains to enlighten its coaches as well as athletes on problems like "rhabdo" (it's an essential component of the fundamental CrossFit qualification training course), CrossFit has swiftly as well as wrongly end up being marked as the primary reason for severe overtraining. Yes, I've observed a buddy create rhabdomyolysis while CrossFitting. I additionally understand people who have created it throughout football practices, "regular" strength training in an university health club, and even physical treatment sessions.

CrossFit is still a reasonably brand-new and creating health and fitness methodology, and it will certainly take time before instructors and professional athletes figure out the most safe means to train. Different CrossFit affiliates will certainly likewise vary in the encounter and also skill of their trains, making it a lot more important for individuals to be conscious of how their body replies to training. With their emphasis on expertise and also education and learning, the community is definitely off to a strong start.

The Fitness

I am not, neither will I ever before be, an elite CrossFit professional athlete. In the past, I hit the gym on a daily basis aiming to stay on par with a few of New york city City's elite professional athletes, my failing was a serious experience. I have actually been lucky enough to educate alongside several of CrossFit's leading professional athletes, from sharing reminders with numerous Gamings champions to adding a hill in Iceland with 10 of Europe's fittest males and women (it goes without saying, they beat me to the top). Practically every one of my normal training companions can smoke me on any type of offered WOD, as well as their performances as soon as irritated me when I contrasted it to my own, less-than-impressive results.

These days, however, I'm even more concerned with boosting my very own performance than contrasting it to somebody else's, as well as I'm fortunate to educate along with people who value that objective. CrossFit has actually certainly made me fitter and more powerful than I've ever been, and also the awareness that I'm improving each day is sufficient to solidify the sting of understanding I'll never win the CrossFit Games.

The human body has constraints, organic brakes that differ from someone to the next. Regardless of the intensity of competition, as well as a couple vocal, over-zealous individuals who show up every now and then, I have yet to see a solitary CrossFitter judge or be judged due to their health and fitness level. In my humble point of view, that's the solitary most effective consider getting rid of the stigmas still bordering the fitness industry.

The Takeaway

No two individuals's overviews on fitness are rather the very same, and also the CrossFit neighborhood is no exception. CrossFit damaged me down in means nothing else venture ever before has, yet to me its values has always been among self-discovery as well as enhancement, not failure as well as envy. And that's why I continuously do it.

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When exercise shifts from a healthy habit to an unhealthy addiction.

When exercise shifts from a healthy habit to an unhealthy addiction.

Even if Abby Heugel wanted to stop, I could not.

He had to sweat. She had to feel her heart take and stretch the muscles, shrink and burn. He had to be in control. I had to exercise.

Heugel, 35, has a history of depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder and exercise addiction, which has left his weight below for a decade, he said. Although he sees a therapist, she says, she fights with her addiction every day.

"Physically, I feel my skin jumping if I do not move every two hours. Mentally, it is torture, "Heugel, a writer based in Grand Rapids, Michigan said.

Heugel often shared stories about their depression and TOC in their work, in a sarcastic way, with dry humor, but said she rarely opened about her addiction to exercise.

Many people do not seem to understand how exercise can develop into a healthy habit to a potentially dangerous addiction, he said, and she wants to change that.

"I would define as a part of my anxiety and the OCD does not do too much exercise because I think I'm fat and need to lose weight Actually it is quite the opposite ... If I could have 40 lbs Putting my share tomorrow, I would do it in an instant, so many people are confused, "Heugel said.

Heugel said she also was not photographed in years because she is uncomfortable with the way it now seems.

"Why not eat more?" I like more than a normal person, but everything is very controlled and obsessive and not enough to keep my hyperactivity, why not just relax ?, Because, like alcohol or drugs, is an addiction " , he said. "That's what I do when I'm anxious, part of my routines, it's a constraint."

Exercise dependence is not included in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the authoritative guide to defining, classifying and diagnosing mental health disorders. The only behavior associated with dependency in DSM is gambling.

However, an article published last month in the British Medical Journal encourages health professionals to recognize and understand the risks of exercise dependence.

Symptoms of exercise dependence appear in about 0.3% to 0.5% of the general population worldwide, said Heather Hausenblas, a professor of kinesiology at the University of Jacksonville in Florida and senior author of Article.

"There is a small percentage, but ... if you eyeballing across the country, hundreds of thousands of people who have this," Hausenblas said.

"We tend to think that exercise is a really positive thing to do, and most of us do not get enough exercise and we do not get the health benefits associated with exercise, he adds. she said. "But, like any behavior, we can take it to the extreme. "

When exercise is pushed to the extreme, Hausenblas says, it can manifest itself as a secondary addiction, which is secondary to an eating disorder and a person is exercising to control or maintain your weight. Or the addiction of exercise can manifest itself as a primary dependence, in which no underlying pathology.

Although men and women are also at risk for exercise dependence, which most often appears as a primary addiction in men and a secondary addiction in women, according to the document.

"Research has been slow, but increasingly, showing clearly that there are groups of individuals who are doing too much physical activity to the point that classify them as addictive," Hausenblas said.

"Most do not know what goes on behind the scenes"

For Heugel, the symptoms of primary exercise dependence, as well as OCD and depression, became more evident after 20 years.

In 2015, need two blood transfusions because she was anemic by overexertion he said. Her doctor told her to find a therapist.

Now, Heugel is more anemic and often brings her therapist, Brendan Kelly, who helps to "fix things".

"It's a daily struggle or every hour, and combined with depression, it's really hard," Heugel said. "I'm a very functional person on paper, I have a great job, a house, people think I'm funny ... but most do not know what happens between the racks."

Although exercise has become a compulsive disorder for Heugel, Kelly said it is important to remember that exercise can have a positive impact on mental and physical health for many other patients. A regular exercise routine can even be incorporated into an ongoing treatment for certain mental health conditions, Kelly, co-founder of Wellness, Ambulatory Therapy in Grand Rapids, Michigan said.

But for addicts to exercise, the goal of treatment is to help patients recognize their addictive behavior and reduce extreme exercise routines, according to the new document.

There is little research on the treatment of exercise dependence, but the paper indicates that cognitive-behavioral therapy is recommended, as with other behavioral addictions.

"Patients may find it beneficial to work with fitness professionals and psychotherapists to design a training regimen and relearn to use internal sensations, such as pain and fatigue, to differentiate between proper health in relation to training Unhealthy and excessive motivation. In relation to others, "the document.

However, when the exercise of a seemingly healthy change to a habit of dependence, signs and symptoms are often overlooked, and change occurs slowly, said Paula Quatromoni, Associate Professor and Director of the Department of Boston University Health. It is not related to the case of Heugel.

"As an eating disorder, an exercise disorder is very resbaladiza.Por slope usually begins with good intentions get in shape, lose a few pounds to look good for the wedding, lose weight after having a baby train for A first triathlon, "said Quatromoni.

"When behavior becomes compulsive, takes over and insatiable is a necessity leads to exercise the need for exercise, exercise and exercise lasts several times a day becomes more important than anything else. With friends, more important than going to work, more important than sleep, more important than eating, "he said, adding that addiction often accompanies other mental illnesses, such as anxiety or TOC.

"I hate the way I look and I tell myself"

Signs and symptoms of exercise addiction include exercise despite illness or injury and withdrawal symptoms when you can not exercise such as anxiety, Hausenblas, author of the new diary.

"Not the amount of exercise, may have an elite athlete, and if they have an overuse of injuries, will take the time to let your body heal, while someone who is addicted to exercise can only Not or be extremely difficult for them to be able to do so, "Hausenblas said.

"There's a guy I interviewed who ran a marathon and kept running because he felt he needed to get more exercise," he said. "Another man ended up buying memberships in the gym and said it costs a lot, bought three memberships in the gym because I did not want a gym know what he was doing, So that the morning would be a gym, by another afternoon, in the afternoon, then another. "

The health risks of exercise addiction ranging from injuries due to overwork, dehydration and anemia to develop a weakened immune system and even death, especially when combined with an eating disorder, Quatromoni says The University of Boston.

"Warning signs are not always visible, certainly not a health professional who does not see the social consequences of illness such as lack of interpersonal relationships, loneliness, isolation," he said. "As a company and as professionals, we are not accustomed to exercising as" too much of a good thing "in a way that can harm your health. "

Heugel agrees.

"What I want people to understand is not vanity at all, I hate the way I look and how I am, but it is really a disease, a combination of several things that culminate in my behavior, And it is a real thing, no excuse or just invent something, "he said. "It is complicated, and I do not expect a person who does not understand, to be sympathetic to the struggle. "

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When exercise shifts from a healthy habit to an unhealthy addiction.

When exercise shifts from a healthy habit to an unhealthy addiction.

Even if Abby Heugel wanted to stop, I could not.

He had to sweat. She had to feel her heart take and stretch the muscles, shrink and burn. He had to be in control. I had to exercise.

Heugel, 35, has a history of depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder and exercise addiction, which has left his weight below for a decade, he said. Although he sees a therapist, she says, she fights with her addiction every day.

"Physically, I feel my skin jumping if I do not move every two hours. Mentally, it is torture, "Heugel, a writer based in Grand Rapids, Michigan said.

Heugel often shared stories about their depression and TOC in their work, in a sarcastic way, with dry humor, but said she rarely opened about her addiction to exercise.

Many people do not seem to understand how exercise can develop into a healthy habit to a potentially dangerous addiction, he said, and she wants to change that.

"I would define as a part of my anxiety and the OCD does not do too much exercise because I think I'm fat and need to lose weight Actually it is quite the opposite ... If I could have 40 lbs Putting my share tomorrow, I would do it in an instant, so many people are confused, "Heugel said.

Heugel said she also was not photographed in years because she is uncomfortable with the way it now seems.

"Why not eat more?" I like more than a normal person, but everything is very controlled and obsessive and not enough to keep my hyperactivity, why not just relax ?, Because, like alcohol or drugs, is an addiction " , he said. "That's what I do when I'm anxious, part of my routines, it's a constraint."

Exercise dependence is not included in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the authoritative guide to defining, classifying and diagnosing mental health disorders. The only behavior associated with dependency in DSM is gambling.

However, an article published last month in the British Medical Journal encourages health professionals to recognize and understand the risks of exercise dependence.

Symptoms of exercise dependence appear in about 0.3% to 0.5% of the general population worldwide, said Heather Hausenblas, a professor of kinesiology at the University of Jacksonville in Florida and senior author of Article.

"There is a small percentage, but ... if you eyeballing across the country, hundreds of thousands of people who have this," Hausenblas said.

"We tend to think that exercise is a really positive thing to do, and most of us do not get enough exercise and we do not get the health benefits associated with exercise, he adds. she said. "But, like any behavior, we can take it to the extreme. "

When exercise is pushed to the extreme, Hausenblas says, it can manifest itself as a secondary addiction, which is secondary to an eating disorder and a person is exercising to control or maintain your weight. Or the addiction of exercise can manifest itself as a primary dependence, in which no underlying pathology.

Although men and women are also at risk for exercise dependence, which most often appears as a primary addiction in men and a secondary addiction in women, according to the document.

"Research has been slow, but increasingly, showing clearly that there are groups of individuals who are doing too much physical activity to the point that classify them as addictive," Hausenblas said.

"Most do not know what goes on behind the scenes"

For Heugel, the symptoms of primary exercise dependence, as well as OCD and depression, became more evident after 20 years.

In 2015, need two blood transfusions because she was anemic by overexertion he said. Her doctor told her to find a therapist.

Now, Heugel is more anemic and often brings her therapist, Brendan Kelly, who helps to "fix things".

"It's a daily struggle or every hour, and combined with depression, it's really hard," Heugel said. "I'm a very functional person on paper, I have a great job, a house, people think I'm funny ... but most do not know what happens between the racks."

Although exercise has become a compulsive disorder for Heugel, Kelly said it is important to remember that exercise can have a positive impact on mental and physical health for many other patients. A regular exercise routine can even be incorporated into an ongoing treatment for certain mental health conditions, Kelly, co-founder of Wellness, Ambulatory Therapy in Grand Rapids, Michigan said.

But for addicts to exercise, the goal of treatment is to help patients recognize their addictive behavior and reduce extreme exercise routines, according to the new document.

There is little research on the treatment of exercise dependence, but the paper indicates that cognitive-behavioral therapy is recommended, as with other behavioral addictions.

"Patients may find it beneficial to work with fitness professionals and psychotherapists to design a training regimen and relearn to use internal sensations, such as pain and fatigue, to differentiate between proper health in relation to training Unhealthy and excessive motivation. In relation to others, "the document.

However, when the exercise of a seemingly healthy change to a habit of dependence, signs and symptoms are often overlooked, and change occurs slowly, said Paula Quatromoni, Associate Professor and Director of the Department of Boston University Health. It is not related to the case of Heugel.

"As an eating disorder, an exercise disorder is very resbaladiza.Por slope usually begins with good intentions get in shape, lose a few pounds to look good for the wedding, lose weight after having a baby train for A first triathlon, "said Quatromoni.

"When behavior becomes compulsive, takes over and insatiable is a necessity leads to exercise the need for exercise, exercise and exercise lasts several times a day becomes more important than anything else. With friends, more important than going to work, more important than sleep, more important than eating, "he said, adding that addiction often accompanies other mental illnesses, such as anxiety or TOC.

"I hate the way I look and I tell myself"

Signs and symptoms of exercise addiction include exercise despite illness or injury and withdrawal symptoms when you can not exercise such as anxiety, Hausenblas, author of the new diary.

"Not the amount of exercise, may have an elite athlete, and if they have an overuse of injuries, will take the time to let your body heal, while someone who is addicted to exercise can only Not or be extremely difficult for them to be able to do so, "Hausenblas said.

"There's a guy I interviewed who ran a marathon and kept running because he felt he needed to get more exercise," he said. "Another man ended up buying memberships in the gym and said it costs a lot, bought three memberships in the gym because I did not want a gym know what he was doing, So that the morning would be a gym, by another afternoon, in the afternoon, then another. "

The health risks of exercise addiction ranging from injuries due to overwork, dehydration and anemia to develop a weakened immune system and even death, especially when combined with an eating disorder, Quatromoni says The University of Boston.

"Warning signs are not always visible, certainly not a health professional who does not see the social consequences of illness such as lack of interpersonal relationships, loneliness, isolation," he said. "As a company and as professionals, we are not accustomed to exercising as" too much of a good thing "in a way that can harm your health. "

Heugel agrees.

"What I want people to understand is not vanity at all, I hate the way I look and how I am, but it is really a disease, a combination of several things that culminate in my behavior, And it is a real thing, no excuse or just invent something, "he said. "It is complicated, and I do not expect a person who does not understand, to be sympathetic to the struggle. "

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