Sunday, December 30, 2012
Here were are, on the verge of 2013. Most years I can't believe the New Year is upon us already. I usually sit and think of all the "wasted time" I spent in the previous 12 months, with little to show for it. This year, however, it's different. I'm not going to show all of my progress pictures from the year ~ I'm saving those for my One Year Crossfit Anniversary post. I can't believe that's only about SIX WEEKS AWAY!!! Holy crap! While I am feeling a bit like 'where has the time gone?' I can't help but look back and think of everything I've done this year. If you had told me, that very first day I walked into Kitsap Crossfit, everything I'd accomplish this year, how far I'd come, well, I probably would have laughed in your face....and then kicked you in the shin for making fun of me.
At this time last year, I set two goals for myself: to run a half marathon and to do one pull up. When I started Crossfit, I shuffled the goals a little and scrapped the half marathon idea (turns out I really don't enjoy running!) and substituted one strict push up and one unassisted pull up. I got the push up months ago.....I'm still working on the pull up. I'm gonna give it one last major go tomorrow, Dec 31. I'll let you know how it goes ;)
So, drumroll please:
My 2013 goals are:
Qualify for the competition class at our box
I'm sure other, smaller goals will pop up throughout the year, but for now this is where my focus will be.
Friday, November 23, 2012
I weighed 194.2 pounds on Thanksgiving morning. In the last two months I've seen that number a handful of times. I've also seen 194.8, 190.0 and every single number in between. It's starting to fuck with my brain.
I weigh myself every day. every. single. day. I used to say it was so I could get "comfortable" with seeing the normal fluctuations and not freak out of the scale was up a bit. In the beginning, I truly think that's where my mind was. It's no longer in that place. Now, I'm back to obsessing about that number. That simple number that stares me in the face every morning. I get out of bed and go pee. I feed the dogs and wake the boys up. Before I drink my coffee, before I even have a sip of water, I have to step on the scale. That number determines my relationship with my food for the rest of the day. Is it lower than I expected? Good, then I can fudge a little and have a larger morning latte. Is it too high? Oh. Well, then maybe since I can't decide what to eat, I just won't eat anything at all. I'll have some water and wish the hunger pangs away.
That's not healthy. I need to ditch the scale. Lately I've been feeling soft, weak, fat. I can tell by my clothes that I'm really haven't gained any of the weight back, but to be honest, I feel just as huge as I was nine months ago when I first walked into the local Crossfit. I feel defeated when I walk into the gym, even before the workout starts.
So, for the next 5 1/2 weeks, I'm going to ditch the scale. I told my husband to take it away and hide it from me. I'm taking the focus off of weight loss and placing it back on my health (and my performance), where it should be. I know what to eat to make me feel good; I know what to eat to fuel my workouts. I'm going to completely focus on getting stronger and faster and to hell with what the scale says.
Wish me luck?
Sunday, July 22, 2012
- Starting Weight: 225.2
- Starting BMI: 37.5 (Obese)
- Bust measurement: 48'
- Waist measurement: 48"
- Hips measurement: 51.5"
- Biceps measurement: 12.5"
- Thighs measurement: 23.5"
- Body Fat Percentage: 53%
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Today, however, I decided to throw caution to the wind and actually make up a recipe myself. GASP
If you've been visiting around here lately, this will look familiar to you, but I changed it up a bit this time.
First, last week I roasted up a chicken (free range, organic, happy, hippie chickens) and pulled the meat off the bones. Then, I put the bones in the crockpot with a couple of bay leaves, an onion, some salt & pepper and covered it with water. I left it on high for about 24 hours and strained it and let it cool.
I skim the fat off and store it the fridge (makes an AWESOME fat for sautéing, etc...) and then tossed the broth in the freezer with the meat. Ok, now that you've got the back story.....
Today, I took about a TBS of that chicken fat and heated it in a small sauce pan. Once it was hot I tossed in 2 oz of the chicken from the freezer and let it sizzle a bit. Next, I tossed in 1 cup of chopped broccoli and a handful of shredded carrots. While that all was snapping and crackling in the sauce pan I julienned up some zucchini (one medium). Oh, I also sprinkled in a little fish sauce, some sake (I know, I know, not technically Paleo...still looking for a good alternative), a little coconut aminos and a little dash of sesame oil. Sizzle. Sizzle. I dumped in about two cups of my homemade bone broth (so so good for your joints. It came out of the fridge like JELLO) and brought it all up to a simmer. I tossed in the zukes, covered the pan and brought it up to a boil. Took off the lid, stirred it around a bit until the zucchini was tender, dished it up, squirted on a little srirachi, and then dug in.
Watch it, it's hot. I added a little salt at the table because it just needed a little sum thin'. I'll probably add more fish sauce next time. Cilantro would have been good, too but I was out.
Delish! And I didn't even miss the noodles!
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Ok, wow. I did not intend to disappear for this long, and if you follow me on Facebook, you know I didn't actually disappear, I've just mostly moved all of my thoughts over that way.
Ok, to catch you all up:
The Spring Clean Up Challenge was a huge success! I didn't win, I came in third in women, but my husband won the men's. He lost 20 lbs!!! He increased his Clean & Jerk by 10#s and he added over 20 reps to his AMRAP (As Many Reps As Possible).
I need to do a new "statistics" post and update my weight/inches. I'm blowing myself away!!
I've been following "The Zone" diet. I've mentioned before that I don't like diets and I don't believe in food rules. Nothing is off limits. "The Zone", though, is helping me make better choices. It's just another step in my quest towards Intuitive Eating. In fact, after the challenge ended, I decided to take the last two weeks and give myself a little break. I didn't go nuts, but I wasn't measuring and counting every single thing like I was. I still managed to lose 5 lbs during the last 12 days.
My plan is to do the Zone for a month or so, then take a few weeks off, do it again for a month, take a few weeks off, etc.....until it just becomes a way of life.
I know this blog post isn't making much sense and it's a little jumbled. I apologize. I just wanted to get something out here.....dust off the old blog and start getting myself back in the habit of posting. I'll be better, I promise :)
Thursday, April 19, 2012
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
I have asthma. I haven't always had asthma; I was diagnosed when I was 17 years old. I've only ever had one severe attack and to this day, it's scared the shit out of me. It was in college and the attack ended up benching me for almost two weeks, had me on multiple rounds of steroids and I honestly thought I may never breath again.
In the past when I was running, my legs always lasted longer than my lungs. As soon as I start getting out of breath, I start to panic and then my breaths get shallower and faster, making it even harder to catch my breath. I end up essentially hyper ventilating and I have to stop running and walk to catch my breath. It's a vicious cycle and until recently one that I didn't even recognize. I just thought you kept running until you couldn't breathe. I thought the more and more I ran, the further I'd be able to go until I couldn't breathe and eventually I wouldn't have to stop to catch my breath until my run was over.
I know. I know. Anyway, CrossFit has taught me the single most important life lesson I could ask for ~ in less than a month. It's taught me how to control my breathing. During several of the workouts, I've gotten to that panicky, shallow breathing, I can't get any air stage (actually, I think it's been during every workout, but whatever). Usually, though, I'm in the middle of something and I can't just stop and catch my breath like I can when I'm just running around town, all by myself. I have learned to slow my breathing, take a quick (like millisecond) break and get my lungs back under control.
For instance, today during kettle bell swings, I noticed my breaths were getting shallower and shallower and we were maxing out, so I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I was done. I had plenty of swings left in me so I waited until that split second when the kettle bell was hanging above my head, before it started the downward swing and I used that minuscule amount of time to slow my breathing, take a deep breath and get myself back under control. I continued to pound out about 20 more swings.
This tiny lesson. This thing that probably every person on the planet knew (except me) has given me more confidence than any heavy lift, any victory, any personal goal met, anything. Learning how to breath? Who knew it could be so liberating? HA!
Friday, March 2, 2012
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Thursday, February 23, 2012
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Thursday, February 9, 2012
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Thursday, January 12, 2012
I took a sweet potato as big as my head, cut it into fries, drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with Emeril's Essence and roasted at 450 for about 25 minutes.
Made a dipping sauce out of homemade creme fraiche, sriracha, a dribble of soy sauce and a drizzle of sake all whipped up together. Mmmm... Heaven!!