Happy Monday, and what is up all of you lovely people? I have been out lately on new adventures, and am happy to be back in the groove to share the little pieces of my life on the internets.
I went to Costa Rica. It was amazing. The end.
Yeah, Costa Rica deserves its own post. Someday; it’s on the to-do list.
Then I took the kids up to my parents’ new place in Oregon to celebrate Easter. And consume way too many jelly beans and chocolate bunnies.
I’ve been hitting the CrossFit hard the past two weeks. It helps coming off of a CrossFit retreat, but I’m sad that my workouts are now at the gym instead of the beach and after the WOD I don’t get to jump straight into the ocean. But you know, I’m managing all right. Plus, at the gym there are barbells!
When I was in Oregon I dropped in on CrossFit GP for a super awesome workout called “Death” (it was) that ended with a 1RM ground-to-overhead. To which I accomplished a jelly bean-fueled PR of 115 lbs. I’m still doing a happy dance over that. Then last Wednesday at CFSL we did a 1RM complex of power clean, squat clean, and push jerk which I got up to 53kg (116 lbs). I tried for 54kg but that last little kilo is the heaviest, I swear. Also, my double-unders have been magically on point for me lately, meaning I was able to Rx the last two workouts. I am usually unable to Rx since the workout will call for either a skill I don’t have yet (pull-ups) or a weight I just can’t lift for a workout. But I’m getting stronger, I’m getting more confident in pushing outside of my comfort zone, I’m seeing a PT for my hamstring (as it turns out, it’s really a lower back thing) issue, and I’m just riding this motivation train as long as it still has gas in the tank. I even worked out in the garage last week. Alone. With no workout planned. I just took the dog for a walk then worked up to my 1RM deadlift (only 175lbs since my smallest plate is a 5lb), but it was good to finally use the equipment that I’ve invested in and stop making excuses when EVERYTHING I NEED IS RIGHT THERE.
I’m also cleaning up my diet. I had to detox a bit from “Jelly Bean Utopia of 2017” (aka Easter) and am choosing more veggies with my meals. I might be doing a Whole30 soon but I haven’t made a firm decision yet. But right now I’m seeing satisfactory results from less sugar and more veggies, so I’ll roll with that for a while. It’s certainly less stressful.
A huge source of my health motivation lately? For once, I could care less about the scale or what I look like in the mirror. I just want to get stronger. The end. I want to see the numbers on the barbell increase. I want to lift my body weight (whatever that is) over my head. I want to pull myself up and over a bar. I want to feel stronger. And the only way to really do that is to eat to perform, then go and perform. No stress. No shame. No beating myself up for eating a cookie and “blowing it” or fretting over minor details like my dress size. That stuff doesn’t matter when all I want to do is increase the size of the plates I load on my bar. Because I know once I start doing the right things for the right reasons, the results don’t really matter. The changes speak for themselves.
Go make it a great day!