I haven’t gone to Crossfit today. I will be doing Yoga. I’m aiming for two sessions of Yoga per week to compliment the three sessions of Crossfit. I think it will be a nice fit and will give me less pressure.
This weekend I plan on organising our food a lot better and making sure I do not purchase any crap for night time scoffing!
I haven’t changed my eating habits as much as I would have liked to so I’m not eating more or much less (although I seem to be missing one meal a day for some unknown reason). I weighed myself and the weight has climbed up a little.
When I first saw it I thought, VERY fleetingly, ‘what’s the point?’. Then I reminded myself that I am, by doing my Crossfit training, building muscles I’ve lost over the past 18 months. Well, that’s what I’m telling myself. I will build muscle before I start losing the fat.
It will start turning around soon and I will start seeing results. And even though my brother’s wedding is just over two months away, I am not going to stress myself.
I normally wait until the evening to post about my Crossfit session for the day but I have to share my#backinthebox hands!
It’s been a LONG time since I’ve had these and whilst I don’t like them (they sting!!), today it means I worked damn hard and I’ve been working damn hard every time I’ve been there since I started going back three weeks ago (and I just realised it’s been three weeks!).
I have started enjoying myself amidst the “OMG I cannot breathe!” and “I’m dying” and “WTF is that Coach doing to us!”.
I haven’t quite cleaned up my eating as much as I can but I am also not feeling the need to eat the crap. I’m not putting pressure on myself this time around. It took a while to get this fat onto me, it’s going to take a while to get the fat off.
In the meantime I’m going to get fit, and stronger!
I also have a wedding I need to look semi-good for in mid-May!
Last week I didn’t manage to get to Crossfit. Due to emotional circumstances, meetings, kids’ sport, visitors – it didn’t happen.
Last week I felt like I’d failed as I didn’t meet my goal of three times a week minimum. Over the weekend I decided that I would be making up for the three visits missed last week and committed myself to five WODs this week and four WODs next week (I do not do Saturdays…). I also changed my way of thinking about my non attendance being a failure and I chose to put it behind me as a bad week which isn’t going to cause me to stop going.
A bad week doesn’t mean we give up. A bad day doesn’t mean we give up. A bad moment doesn’t mean we give up. Moments come and go, good and bad. These moments, these days, these weeks; all make us who we are. They build the person we are today, in this moment.