Due to some recent spam activity in my comments (148!), I was reminded that I have a website for which I pay domain and hosting fees but never update. I decided to post something to justify the expense.
With all the hours of work we’ve put in over the past 18 months, Adam and I have been eating mostly on the fly, including lots of Taco Bell and Domino’s which means lots of weight gain for me. I have been trying to find a way to lose weight without doing the things I hate: counting calories, denying myself of food I love (I love food), working out by myself.
Last fall, we decided to try the Paleo diet because it is less a diet and more a healthy lifestyle change. I read up on it and found that many of the tenets make sense. We were fairly strict for the first few months and then because eating this way requires time for planning, shopping, and prepping, and time being a commodity in short supply, we reverted to our habits of eating out, but this time it was more expensive because we were trying not to eat fast food.
In March, we hired a personal chef (not as fancy or expensive as it sounds) and she makes Paleo friendly meals for us. This means that we eat fairly well most of the time, but I’m not losing any weight because the rest of the time we are cheating on the diet.
I have been trying to find an exercise program that I can live with and one that I will stick to, but I’ve tried so many over the years and I am prone to give up with any disruption in my routine. P90X was one such program. I turned 40 around day 45 and the partying that accompanied the landmark made a good excuse to take a break and then let it go completely. Spinning fizzled out because the instructor’s back trouble forced her to stop teaching. That and we stopped being friends. I ran a half-marathon and then completely stopped running as soon as it was over.
One of the things I have heard a lot about since first looking into Paleo, is the CrossFit phenomenon. Adam used to date a girl who was addicted to CrossFit and he always referred to it as a cult because people who do it tend to be a bit preachy about it. But recently a CrossFit gym opened up near our workplace and the members run through our lot most days. One night there were two very overweight girls running through our parking lot as I was loading up to go home. It got me thinking that I should check it out since it’s so close to work that I would have fewer excuses not to go. If those girls could do it, so could I.
I mentioned it to Adam and he agreed I should check it out. I looked at their website and then thought about it for another week or two. I am good at ruminating on this type of thing. No point in rushing into something. I chewed on it, mentioned it to a few friends. Some said, “I’ve heard it’s pretty hard, but it’s probably a great workout.” Others said,”That stuff is crazy and so are the people who do it.” Adam joked about getting me a t-shirt when I became part of the cult that says “I can’t. I have CrossFit.”
About the third or fourth time I mentioned it to Adam, I finally asked if it was something he would consider doing with me. He has bad knees and can’t run, and I wasn’t sure he’d be able to do CrossFit but surprisingly once I suggested it he seemed excited at the prospect of doing it together. I was thrilled because I need motivation and if we do it together, I figure we can provide each other the necessary push. So I made an appointment to meet with the owner to find out more.
We met the owners and were really impressed with their friendliness. By the next Monday we were waist deep in the lingo. The gym itself is called a “box”. We heard talk of WODs (workout of the day), AMRAP (as many reps as possible), Oly lifting, and clean and jerks. We did air squats, wall balls, and pushups. By Tuesday, we couldn’t walk down the stairs at home without tears and everytime I stood up from my desk and winced, it got a laugh from whomever was in the room.
We received individual training from the owners and it was like having our own personal trainers. We went back for more punishment on Wednesday and Thursday. By then the quads had mostly recovered from day one. We were still going easy on them by working on lifts but everything in CrossFit works as much of the body as possible, so the quads were still getting their share of the work. When we returned on Saturday and did our first official WOD with everyone else, we knew we were hooked.
We have downloaded a special app to track our progress and have talked non-stop all weekend about the friendly people we’ve met, how encouraging everyone is in our box, how hard or painful this exercise vs. that exercise, how great we felt after our first WOD. We are looking forward to our buff bodsand being part of this community.
I even bought a special pair of CrossFit shoes online last night, but decided to wait a little longer to get the t-shirt.