This is probably an odd question, but surely I'm not the only one out there that is dealing with this problem. My husband says I am addicted to the gym, and that I'm making myself worse because of my addiction. I was diagnosed with fibro in October of this year, but I've probably had it my whole life (specifically since a really bad flare Winter of my freshman year of University). After all the xrays and blood tests it was a relief to find out I didn't have RA or MS, but it also took away my feeling of hope that I could start on some kind of treatment program and make all of these symptoms go away. I have a great YMCA up the road, and they have a fantastic childwatch center with art, and music, and exercise classes that my youngest daughter just loves (my two older are in elementary school all day, so she gets bored by herself at home). They also have lots of classes that I love to take (Pilates, Cardio Funk, Zumba, etc.). I go every chance I get, even when I'm feeling like crap. I like to do dance aerobics followed by a pilates class. The best I feel all day is when I'm on an exercise high during and right after the gym. But by late afternoon/evening when my poor husband comes home from work, and older kids are home from school, I am in massive pain and exhaustion and can barely crawl into bed once the kids are put down for the night. My husband feels like it's not fair for me to keep doing this to myself, and then complain about the consequences. (Kind of the whole "the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over and expect a different result"). He is a super-empathatic individual, and it hurts him to see me hurt. He is tired (and rightly so) of dealing with the consequences of my actions when he knows I could change my actions and help alleviate the consequences. But the gym is my social lifeline (I'm a SAHM of 3), it's my daughter's social lifeline, it's the time of day I feel truly "normal", and I can't seem to make myself stop going. It truly feels like a drug addiction. I know I shouldn't, I mean to do better, to do "less" , but the minute no-one's looking I'm off like a shot to the gym again. I have been lying in bed in agony at night, and planning in my head which classes I'm going to take the next morning and what I'm going to wear. I have even tried to go and "just walk on the treadmill or elliptical", but after half an hour of walking, I find myself trying to add in a little jogging, then a little running, and pretty soon I'm pushing myself to the max chasing that runner's high. I had to see a physical therapist last month because I also have myofascial pain syndrome, and my rheumy wanted me to learn some stretches and exercises to help with that. The physical therapist has a best friend with fibro, so we talked about it a little. She said that "endorphins evolved to help you push through the pain in a life or death situation, the way you feel WHILE you're exercising is not a good indication of how you're going to feel AFTER you're done." That makes perfect sense to me. But if the only time all day I feel fantastic is when I'm high on endorphins, it's very hard to think of giving that up. Is anyone else in this situation??