4.5.14

WLC #1

Alright - 10 minutes of "thoughtfulness" starting now.

10 minutes is longer than you think when it comes to something like this. Good challenge, guys. Good challenge.

So what do I want out of this whole thing? I want that feeling I had for that fleeting week back in October. That "Oh, THIS is what all of the exercise and nutrition nuts talk about when they say they have more energy and feel better, etc. etc. If I can just hold the memory of that moment in my head when I want pizza or am too lazy to cook something, this will be easier.

Laying in bed this morning, thinking about the daunting task of getting up and figuring out what to eat for breakfast when we haven't gone shopping I found myself comparing it to a WOD. I just need to dig deep, because really, I can do this. It's just going to take a little more effort than I'm used to. But that's the point, right?

Same thing goes for doing this without a team to cheer me on. It's not about competing, it's not about keeping up with everyone else, or disappointing anyone - it's about me. Which is a hard thing for me to come to terms with, now that I think about it. And even more reason why I should do it. Look at that little gem of a lesson, and only 5 minutes into the 10!

Alright - so let's take a second to think about what I want to accomplish on this challenge:

  • I'd like to lose more weight
  • I'd like to improve my CrossFit game. Like, a lot. 
  • I'd like to feel better
  • I'd really like to become one of those people who gets up early, spends some time doing something like this, and then gets ready - and isn't late. 
    • **This has been a goal for so long. Time to make it happen. 
  • I'd like to learn more about how my body works. Starting to exercise and get in shape has taught me so much in terms of what I'm capable of, both mentally and physically. Let's do more of that. 
Ok - so now I have to go on a tangent about CrossFit. Because, really, who the frick ever knew I'd be someone with goals like getting a pull up, or a handstand, or anything regarding physicality? Sure as heck not me. I started going because it was working for Wife, and because I didn't know what the hell she was talking about half the time. And, let's face it, because I knew that I was going to be left out if I didn't - but then something awesome happened. My biceps started getting bigger, and I stopped breathing heavy walking up the hill at work, and thinking about taking the stairs. It's really that whole thing about not know what you're capable of until you try. 'Cause you don't. I never would have thought I'd be capable of 14.5 - but I did it. And I'll do it again, in less time, with some work. Which I'm totally excited about doing. 

SO if I'm thinking about the things I listed up there in terms of a WOD, I know that I can do them. I'll do them on my own time, with some scaling and some breaks - but I can do them. I just have to remember that. 

And now it's time to stir the first WLC breakfast. 10 minutes = done.

13.1.14

Relief!

December has been hell on my body, which is no different from anyone else in or around the Christmas celebrating world. After a slow start to the new year: a cold, some hold-over events, etc., today is finally the day that I'm well enough and have made the time to return to CrossFit and to eating like I know I should. There are so many emotions traditionally tied in with the first day of a new diet/new fitness routine/new something - excitement, fear, grief at the loss of your favorite snack. But today the most glaring is relief.

I am relieved to be done with guilt over eating something that I know will hurt my body. Not in the "I'll be fat and no one will love me" body-shaming way - but in the "I know that I am making a bad decision" way. (P.S. WHY!?) I'm relieved to have no longer given myself the leeway to make those bad decisions. We're done!

I am relieved to be back on the road to not feeling bloated and swollen. My fingers are still slightly sticky from last night's final "treat", my pants aren't as loose as they were a month ago, but that "blah" feeling is starting to fade. I can still recall the crazy days when I'd worked out enough, drank enough water, and eaten well - and I'm excited for another one of those days to happen soon! For as long as I can remember I've had these moments of envisioning "that magical time in the future where I'll finally get my shit together and get healthy". That "moment" was somewhere in the future for like 25 years. Now that I'm actually on the other side of one of those magical "moments", I'm relieved to be on my way again!