Friday, March 9, 2012
You've Gotta Fight For The Right
I always have mixed feelings when I win someone over. If it's one thing you can say about me it's that I'm determined in what I do. I may be a chunky butt, but I'll be damned if I won't give it my all. Yes, I get discouraged. And yes, I know I'm not great. But when it comes to challenges, I'll face them head on -- with attitude. I like that I can win people over, but it's also kind of sucky that they don't just like me at first. (But then, I fully admit that I don't always like someone at first either.)
I woke up this morning and looked at today's WOD. In my plan for the next week, today was supposed to be my rest day. But yesterday I forgot to reset my alarm and didn't wake up. Yesterday would've been MUCH easier than today, though to be perfectly honest, I probably would've gone in today just to give it a shot.
800M Run
70x Air Squats
60x Sit Ups
50x KB Swings (55/35#)
40x Push Ups
30x Overhead KB Walking Lunges (15R/15L)
20x Broad Jumps (8/6 Foot)
10x Burpees
OK, so I didn't do overhead walking lunges. I just hung on dearly to that kettlebell and did my lunges. And my jumps... Let's be real. I can't jump 6ft. I can barely do 4ft. But that's about what I did. I ran the 800m in 5:12 and did the whole thing in 22:40. Not shabby for a fat girl. And I was only about a minute or minute and a half behind the others. (I realize that's a big gap, but whatever. I am comfortable with how I did! And there were only 4 of us.)
Today I realized that I've won over one of the people in the morning class. It didn't happen today, I just realized it today. During the run I got a "Good job" (everyone knows how I struggle with running and how much I LOATHE it... I'm quite verbal about it). Gotta admit that it made me feel all warm and fuzzy, as did the words of encouragement later on after this person had finished (LONG before me).
If it's one thing I'm very aware of, it's how people perceive me. I do not appear to be a "fit" person to someone walking down the street. Hell, I don't appear to be a "fit" person to someone who walks into the CrossFit gym. I am fully aware of the judgment I see in the eyes of others when they first meet me or find out that I do, in fact, workout. It isn't just now.. Here in Kansas. It's been something I've noticed since I started this journey. (And, of course, when I was way overweight, I noticed that people thought of me differently as well.)
I admit that I am a judgmental person. I try very hard not to be, mostly because I've found that every single thing I have judged others for has come back to bite me in the ass one way or another. That and I know how badly it stings to be judged.
In the fitness world, there is sooooo much judging of others, especially those not into working out. You hear many trainers say how they love helping people who really want to be helped. But how many of those people are they really willing to give an honest to goodness chance to change? I can go down the list of trainers who I've had and tell you exactly the ones who are great at what they do and the ones who seriously need to rethink what they're doing. While I understand that they may not be won over by someone right away and realize that they really do intend to change, each and every person needs to be given the benefit of the doubt when they go into making a life change such as losing weight and becoming healthy.
Before I met Lisa, I had tried many times to lose weight. I'd tried working with trainers, I'd tried doing it on my own. But each and every time I failed. As if it isn't hard enough to face those fears, each time I failed made it harder to start again the next time. But Lisa... Lisa is the type of trainer EVERY trainer should be. I won't lie and say that I never saw disappointed or disapproving looks from her. I did. She's human. But as long as I kept at it, she was with me all the way... She was with me before I ever REALLY made the commitment to change. I remember asking her when she realized that I was in it for the real deal and she knew right when it was -- and it wasn't a time that I would've told you was "it" for me... It was way before I realized it myself. And because I love her so much, here's a picture of us when she ran my first 5K with me (despite a 5K being chump change for her):
And because we're all sweaty and gross there, here's a cute pic of us together back when I was skinny (the drunk ones will not be posted):
It's hard for me to see trainers who look down their noses at overweight people and say they want to help those who really want to change. Every single person who starts out trying to lose weight -- even if it's just walking -- really intends to give it their all.
I've often wondered what it takes to be a good trainer. Obviously by nature some people are more accepting and patient, but that's rare. Is it personal experience they bring to the table? I know with Lisa that was part of it. I know with the first trainer I ever had it was that she had zero personal experience. That and she was a total judgmental bitch who scared me off from working out for years to come. (Yes, I have Lisa up on a pedestal -- when it comes to being a trainer. As a person, she's just like the rest of us. That's why I love her.) I'm not really sure what it takes, but I'm thankful for the good ones out there. And the others... hopefully one day they'll realize the harm they're causing by judging others before truly giving them a chance.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Raw Steak Anyone?
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
I Feel Pretty, Oh So Pretty...
Thanks to Beakman's World, we learned that the face has more blood vessels than any other part of the body which makes it heal more quickly. Here's hoping.
Pure Selfishness
And then my friend responds. And then she IMs and asks what was wrong. My friend... who is facing the possibility of cancer... and is having to have her ovaries removed... ASKING ABOUT ME. Seriously?!? What the fuck?!?
How fucking ridiculous is it that I'm upset over a fucking weightlifting session that didn't go perfectly?? There are so many bigger issues that others have to face and here I am worrying about not being able to do a good snatch at fucking 6 o'clock in the morning.
I was almost in tears over my workout this morning... And now I'm in tears about my friend and what an amazing person she is and why she has to go through all of this. Life is unfair.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
If You Can't Beat 'Em...
Tonight during bedtime cuddles, the kids got a major case of the giggles. They were already late to bed (dance night for Brynn always means a late dinner) and I was getting frustrated.
The Boy says to me in a soft but serious voice, obviously struggling to control his laughter, "Mommy, what if we CAN'T STOP laughing?"
Instantly I thought of times when I was a kid (or even adult) that no matter what was said, or sometimes not said, it was freaking hilarious. And no threats of punishment could stop those giggles from escaping. As I was about to explain that it happens to everyone from time to time, The Girl burst into giggles, followed by The Boy .... and really, when children laugh it can be extremely contagious.
I tried to maintain my composure. I really did. I tried to think of ways to get them to shut the hell up. But I lost it. And for several minutes, the three of us laughed and laughed and laughed at absolutely nothing. It was awesome.
Too often I let the frustrations of day to day life get in the way of having fun with my kids. This afternoon had been a stressful one full of fighting and fits. I did not feel like laughing. I wanted them in bed--asleep! But those laughs... those kids have the best laughs. It made those hours of frustration a distant memory. And as my husband got them water after the laugh fest, he commented on the looks of sheer joy on each of the kids' faces.
Sometimes being a mom sucks, I won't lie. But moments like that simply wipe the crappy stuff away.
A Visual
Monday, March 5, 2012
I Could Talk About CrossFit All Day!
SO! I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to do my "Why I Love CrossFit" post! Below are some of the questions and answers... I fleshed out and edited some of the answers a bit for y'all!
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She personalized it to ME. And threw in one of those "inside joke" things that makes people feel like they're extra special. And yes, it made me feel extra, extra special. Hell, when my husband saw it, I think it finally hit him that I DO fit in there. He was impressed, though he'd never say it. Either that or he was annoyed. Which could be possible since he's a money freak and I'm sure he was wondering how much I paid! or both.
****Something I didn't say, but I hope is implied... For everything that I've felt the other CrossFitters have felt for me, I've felt the same--and maybe more. That protectiveness... Damn straight. I tend to find myself wanting to mother everyone, but resist because I know they need pushing, not comfort. Though I think I've done a bit of that, too. For Christmas, I made Coach M a felted kettlebell with the CFMK devil face on it. And for everyone else, I made barbells. You know I love people when I make them things!








