I had a great day yesterday filled with lots of great people around me and an easy relaxed day. I went out to lunch with two of my favorite people -Scotty & Britt – was able to take a nap – and go out to dinner with Scotty and eat a good meal and just have no real stress. The only thing that would have made it perfect was to include a long massage in there at some point, but that’s my fault. I could have scheduled one. Oh Well.
I came across this blog post yesterday that I think may resonate with many people out there — and hopefully inspire some others to give CrossFit and eating healthier a try:
I was reluctant to give CrossFit a try because of an old rotator cuff tear, a delicate back and no interest whatsoever in lifting heavy weights. I had heard that it was a real man’s realm, and to be a woman in CrossFit meant you had to look like an Olympic weightlifter, and also perform like one.
I quickly realized possessing Olympic strength wasn’t necessary, but I didn’t realize how little strength I actually had until I was faced with the dreaded pull-up bar and the evil devil of a weight lift called the squat snatch. I also didn’t realize how tight, misaligned and inflexible my body had become during my years pounding pavement in New York carrying a heavy bag over one shoulder.
I started attending CrossFit classes about three times a week last January, and at the beginning, I sucked at everything. Really sucked. In fact, the only thing that kept me going at the beginning was my determination to not be the absolute worst performer in every class, because we keep score. My competitive nature helped with that, but what finally got me excited was the day I was able to touch my toes to an overhead bar I was hanging from. That takes flexibility, core strength and also a little rhythm. I never thought I would be able to do it. Now every month I am reaching some kind of personal best in workouts that vary from strength training to gymnastics to endurance exercise and sprints. My back problems are also gone thanks to building the strength up in my core and everything else that supports it. Oh yeah, and the back fat that used to squish out from under my bra is gone, too.
The thing to remember is her story is not unlike so many others’ experiences out there. But with that being said, it’s easy to fall into old patterns and start eating like crap and slacking off on fitness goals. I know I have been slacking like no other in my nutrition and I can feel it. So, even though I am aware of how much better I feel when I am on point – I am so drawn to sugar and other crap to soothe my stress, combat boredom, or whatever other excuse I can find. It’s like I can’t help it. And the more you let loose the reigns, the more you crave the crap and the more dulled your memory of how awesome you feel becomes. It’s a slippery slope. If it were easy, we all would be doing it.
Earlier this week, someone on facebook posted a picture of an obese woman at a McDonald’s counter. I hate when people post those pics with the intention of mocking or pointing out their obesity. We all have our issues and baggage to deal with and putting someone else’s out there isn’t helping anyone. This pic is not the pic posted, but it gets my point across — whenever I see someone obese, the first thing that I think is: Inflammation. That is a big driver of their obesity. My husband always rolls his eyes because whenever I say it. Not everyone responds to food the same way – some tolerate gluten and sugar differently but I will argue until the day I die that we are all better off without it.
- deadlifts 135#