I used to be absolutely addicted to the gym and I do still love it.
When I got sober and started working out, I fell into that trap of working out too much. I know a lot of guys can relate to that - if you don't get that runner's high every day, you feel like, 'Oh my God, I'm losing it.'
Yes, you can get addicted to exercise.
For many years, I was obsessed about what I was eating, how many calories it had, and how much exercise I'd have to do.
I go on benders where I just exercise like a maniac. And then I go on benders where I just can only take baths. Like, I have to lay down to bathe, and I could go on that for six months.
I'm addicted to exercising and I have to do something every day.
I am addicted to sport. Without sport, I feel bad.
I'm obsessed with working out. I eat like a pig, so it kind of makes up for that.
When you obsess about fitness goals they become unhealthy and impossible to achieve.
I would eat 300 calories a day - a lot of Jell-O and no-sugar everything, of course. I was doing Pilates, weight-training, circuit training; over lunch I would run on a treadmill in my dressing room with a fan on my face so I wouldn't sweat my makeup off.
Working out should be a key part of your life but not your whole life. When it is all a man could talk about, it becomes too much.
I used to hurt myself by training all the time.
I have something called exercise bulimia, which is where you rid of your calories by over-exercising.
If you're working out in front of a mirror and watching your muscles grow, your ego has reached a point where it is now eating itself. That's why I believe there should be a psychiatrist at every health club, so that when they see you doing this, they will take you away for a little chat.
I'm a massive sports fan and have a lot of energy, so I'm always running around doing crazy amounts of exercise.
My generation is the first in my species to have put fitness next to godliness on the scale of things. Keeping in shape has become the imperative of our middle age. The heaviest burden of guilt we carry into our forties is flab. Our sense of failure is measured by the grade on a stress test.
