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Crossfit – 6 months In.

It’s been about 6 months since joining
crossfit.  When I reached approx. one month without sugar, I experienced
what I believe to be a mini-meltdown.  A full meltdown would have
no guesswork about it.  This was a meltdown-lite.

The stimuli for this meltdown-lite
were many: my jeans were tighter than when I started crossfit, my shoulders
felt like they were bulging, my thighs felt like tree-trunks, and even
though I had been working out and of all things, cut out sugar for about
28 days,  I wasn’t any closer to looking like a supermodel. 

Supermodel’s jeans don’t get TIGHTER….
do they?

I started to have a body perception
of a Queen Kong. 

Being a Crossfitter is different from
anything I’ve ever done.  As a kid, I ran and played ball, climbed,
biked, etc., and grew up muscular, which is great.  As an adult,
I hit the gym hard and worked on muscle groups with tailored machines. 
This, for biceps.  This, for triceps.  Stairmaster for 25
years for the butt.  Everything I did had a predictable outcome
on my body. 

The difference with Crossfit, is that
I just DID.  Come to the gym, do the workout and leave.  There
is never a time Lisa stands in front of us and says – OK peeps, 20
reps for more defined arms, lift those legs to get your butts tight
girls!  We are moving, pushing, pulling, lifting in endless combinations
for total body fitness, strength and endurance.

But aha! Six months later, the thighs
ARE bulging from the ungodly amount of squats we do.  The shoulders
ARE more defined from pull-ups and every kind of lifting we do. 
And then it’s about watching and feeling what my body is doing, almost
independent of me, it seems, rather than watching predicted results
of exercises chosen for desired changes.  And there I am, trying
to mentally catch up with the body changes, looking, poking, peering,
feeling, asking each step of the way – do I like this?  Do I
want this?  Is this OK?

Well, after having the meltdown-lite,
where, for a short while I was certain I did not want to continue my
morph into Queen Kong, the answer is simple.

HELL.  YEAH. 

The most amazing thing about my every
day is still that I am not eating sugar or bread.  In the supermarket,
I pass up my old friends – breads, cereals, jellies etc. – as if
I never knew them.  I don’t sneak the hershey kisses from my
colleague’s desk or go into the stores that I know have chocolate
bowls.  It is still almost unbelievable to exist like this, every
day.  And each workout at crossfit is an exhilarating experience. 
Lying there gasping for air wondering, each time, WHO DOES THIS?, feels
beyond awesome.  It’s the consummate personal high.

So, 6 months later, I have decided
I am willing to go up a size in jeans, fine with using these shoulders
to bulldoze through life, and feel grateful each day for ever-improving
fitness, and that the sugar beast and I have parted ways.  It’s
worth it.

Comments

  1. Thank you for sharing this. Way to go girl…

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