Day 24. Nursing vs. Following a Dream

My intention for this blog today was to re-hash this weekends workouts, food choices and I may get to that, but my husband and I had a pretty intense discussion last night and it's taking over the blog today.

I expected this Fran challenge to help me get my game up. I expected this challenge to help me drop some weight. I expected the challenge to help me become better ingrained in this gym and make deeper relationships with my fellow challengers. I never expected it to possibly lead to choosing a different path in life. But it very well may have.

Most of you know I used to do random personal training on the side which I had to give up when I went back to healthcare and working in the ER. I enjoyed it immensely. I loved breaking a client down and then stretching them out after and massaging out the muscles that got beat up. It was a great balance. I think a few eventually came mostly for the stretching and massage. Damn hedonists. ;-) But I was scattered, hopping from place to place. Sometimes training out of a clients home gym, sometimes using my friend's garage space. I was not a good business woman and terrible at holding my clients to a schedule, worried that they might quit on me if I really lay down the law. I tried to get my fix teaching my cycle classes...which have been cut back to every other week due to work. Working at the ER I have health insurance, a pretty much sure job when I get out of nursing school and a steady pay check with vacation time. I also have an extra 20lbs, sore feet, and a stress level that is steadily climbing due to an intense work environment, under staffing and all the fun things that come from working for a corporation that calls all the shots. This last week there were days where I was the only tech on (vs. 2 or3) and I arrived to work with an EMT student waiting for me and another one coming on at 2pm. It sucked. I had stress dreams about it. I don't control who my fellow tech is going to be and if they are even going to show up or if I will have students to teach while doing double the work. But I do control my choice to be there, and right now a 2 week notice is looking pretty good.

I miss working with people who are looking to improve their lives, who will push until they drop, who make goals and meet them. I crave it.

Last night Justin, once again, as I was glued to the latest video/article in the CrossFit journal, asked me why I was doing nursing if health and training were my passion. Well, because it's scary. What if I can't make any $ doing it? What if I fail? What if what if what if. But I love it. My spare time is spend reading up on the latest training and nutrition. Crossfit has become like crack to me. I go not just to my classes, but to open gym after work as well. I watch the people around me there and I see improvements all over the place and I get excited for them. I'll pause in a workout to yell encouragement or give a high five because I believe in these people. I know they can finish, that they can excel and it fuels me. Yes, there is a huge part of my personality that is a nurturer, and I can express that in the ER. But right along side with that is the cheerleader in me. I get more excited when someone else breaks a PR than I do when I break my own. Justin may have a point.

I have waited almost 4 years to get into a nursing program. I just missed the cut off in to the fall semester and I will begin in the Spring. Or will I? I do believe that God has a plan and there may be a reason that I'm not in the program right now. One of my fellow Frannies, Kim, just opened her own gym in San Clemente. She's been training out of her garage and at parks and now has a place to call her own. That lit something inside of me. When I see pictures of her new space, I am thinking, that is EXACTLY what I want. When I go to work and watch the RN's, even in a fast paced full arrest situation, I don't think I have ever gone, "Yea, that's what I want". It doesn't drive me. I'm good at what I do, but I have a strong work ethic, I'd be good at most things. (except that under water basket weaving stuff) I admire Kim so much. I don't know her background at all, but I do know she has 2 kids who depend on her and that she has been brave enough to build a business out of something she is passionate about and has faith that it will work. That terrifies me.

But here's the thing. Being married to Justin for the last 3 years has changed me. He pulls no punches, is completely honest and very much a "let your yes be yes and your no be no" kind of man. What does that mean? It means that I stand up for myself more. It means I ask more from others instead of trying to make myself as small as possible so I can fit into their plans/lives. It means that I am much more comfortable holding those around me accountable to a higher standard without worrying if they will still like me or not. It means, that maybe I can do this if I really want to. And it means that I have a lot to think about.

Day 21 Goals, Running and Community.

Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending. ~Author Unknown

I don't care how much power, brilliance or energy you have, if you don't harness it and focus it on a specific target, and hold it there you're never going to accomplish as much as your ability warrants. ~Zig Ziglar

Today is a two quote kind of day. 23 Days until the end of the Fran challenge and I feel like I'm picking up speed. Just got off the phone with my coach for this and I'm pumped and raring to charge through the rest of this. AND I have some goals. Now I don't know if I'm shooting myself in the foot on this one, since I have not been on the scale in a while. But I want to weight in at 150 lbs. I started @ 163 (or 4?). Pull-ups are a great incentive for dropping weiht if you ever need any, the less you weight the less you have to drag up to the bar. One of the fire fighters that comes through the ER said something awesome a few months back and it stuck with me. We were having another one of our potlucks...or we just had food out, can't remember. The good stuff. Bagles, cookies, our usual. And she was starving so I offered up a cookie and her response was (yes, she's a crossfitter)" No, don't want that, I have to pull this shit up". I will always remember that. Simple. True. So I also want to get 15 kipping pull-ups unbroken. Right now I'm at about 10. My hands are ripped up again, but we're taking this next week off from pull-ups and thrusters and going into running. Hard running. So my hands should have some time to heal.

Running is a love hate for me. I love slow trail running...I guess trail jogging. It's peaceful, it's my time alone and it's beautiful here, it feeds the soul. Then there is RUNNING. The kind where my lungs burn and I taste metal in my mouth. One of the MD's @ work was talking about how he has a hard time doing recovery runs, that he just wants to go all out all the time. I love recovery runs, they recover me from not just physical things, but mental things. They recover me from life. I mean, how can you feel anything but grateful when your going down a path with wildflowers everywhere and beautiful trees, only to climb a hill to have a view of the ocean with it's breeze in your face? I am so blessed and it helps me to go places where I am small, where the world around me is so much bigger than myself and my petty issues. I have some odd conversations with God out there on the trails and I have to say I've really missed it. So today I'm heading out to Aliso Woods for a recovery run. I'm taking my waist water bottle pack and my camera, because you never know what you'll come across.

I have the next 4 days off from work. I also have the next 4 days packed with some pretty intense workouts. I'm looking forward to being able to push my reset button. To have these days and the luxury to focus on nothing other than submerging myself into this challenge...well, and school, and reading and studying, and cleaning our apartment that currently looks like a crack house. But I do have to say, as much a working a 12 hour job on my feet wears me out at times, it's a job I leave when I go home. And it's a job where I can have a 4 day stretch of freedom without taking vacation time. I dig that.

I just have to quickly mention something else. My gym's community rocks. I truly do not think I have ever heard anyone bitching about anything. The humbleness and gratitude and genuine love these people have is amazing. It's funny, I can't tell you how many times I have complaied at my 24hourfitness, where my membership is FREE, about the bikes, the stereo system, the smelly dude on the machine next to me, the locker rooms, the lights.....the list goes on and on. At Cross fit, we pay a bucket load of $ and we don't even have a locker room. Air conditioning? What's that? Yet each and every person there is there for the right reason. Every person comes knowing that the workout is going to be hard, it's probable going to hurt, and the coaches will accept nothing less than your absolute best. Really, we joke about not letting the coaches know you can do double unders or pull-ups w/out a band because if they see it one time, the standard is raised and you are held to it. I'm sure not everyone who starts stays, but those who do, stay for the right reason. I was really late leaving this morning after the WOD, so late the 9am class was coming in. I've barely been there 3 months..if that. And what I got was smiles, hey-how-are-you's, hugs, encouragement...on and on. Some of my fellow Frannies were there and they all are UH-mazing women. I left smiling.I have some damned fine friends at 24hourfitness who have been with me through the years and I value them immensely....and I can not tell you how much I want to kidnap them all (ahem! Lori, Emma, Christine, Kristina, Amanda, Liz,Veronica...)and bring them to Cross Fit to add them to the family. It't only a matter or time....

day 19 Wait, what was my goal again?

"It must be borne in mind that the tragedy of life doesn't lie in not reaching your goal. The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach. It isn't a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled, but it is a calamity not to dream. It is not a disaster to be unable to capture your ideal, but it is a disaster to have no ideal to capture. It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars, but it is a disgrace to have no stars to reach for. Not failure, but low aim is a sin."
~ Benjamin E. Mayes

Almost half way through the challenge. I should be halfway to my goals....right? Oh wait. What were my goals? Well getting my Fran time under 10 min without a band was one...and then....Hmm. That's the only goal I really set! Fail.

Friday we had open gym. Saturday no class. Sunday I taught cycle and we attempted to go watch the end of Regionals, but were too late. Monday spaced out that I had to work @ 7 so missed class. Tuesday, worked and did open gym after, which translated into doing last weeks pull-up homework and working on double unders. I feel out of the groove. I think I was expecting this to be a crazy intense barely walking deal with wicked home works and extra workouts and coaches breathing down our necks. Not the case. I didn't really bother to set goals because really my goal was to just get through this. But now I see that this is only going to be as intense as I make it.

So it's time to set some personal goals for the next 3 weeks of my own and hold myself accountable for them. I can't depend on anyone else to get me there. So stay tuned...

Day 14 Shoulders and Probiotics

"Fear is an insidious virus. Given a breeding place in our minds it will eat away our spirit and block the forward path of our endeavors." ~ James F. Bell

At this point I can't remember what we've done this week...but my shoulders are telling me that they got worked! Today's WOD (workout of the day) was 3 out of my 4 nemesis: Wall Ball, Kettle Bell (getting to be less of a weakness), and double unders. Add running in there and we would have had all 4. (I know I know, I run marathons....slowly. Speed is not a natural talent of mine, and these people are FAST) This was NOT a workout to come to sans coffee, yet I did. In all honesty, I really went because I thought our new shirts would be there. It wasn't an organized coached class. Our coaches are getting ready to kick ass at Regionals, so it was more of an open gym gig and I didn't think anyone would notice if I wasn't there...but I really wanted the shirt. Welllllll, the shirts arrived, but the printing on the back wasn't done, so no shirt for me. At least it got me there.

I do so much better in a workout when it's competitive and the coach is there watching and yelling. Before, when I would go to 24hour to do my lifting, I would have a plan, plug my headphones in, and execute. When I say execute, I don't mean, crazy go time. More like I would work hard, but I would completely check out, and if I was tired I would stop to catch my breath, do some people watching and then continue. I would be there hours. Crossfit doesn't afford that luxury. I've yet to do a workout in a normal class that exceeded 30 min, maybe even 25 min. The clock is going and you either get it done or you don't. Stopping to breathe costs you precious seconds, you can't check out. Today I did. I let the double unders get to me and eat up the time. I firmly believe that those are as much mental based as skill based, and my head wasn't in it. Yea I was soaked after finishing, yea I was breathing hard...but I in no way performed well or even really tried to. Poor form on my part. I had the mouth of a sailor during the double unders and fantasies of cutting my jump rope in to tiny pieces, putting them all in a box, mailing that box to myself and then burning it when it arrived.

Enough about that. On to Fran. Had my talk with Max on wed and he wasn't appalled at my slip-ups but there was definitely room for improvement. No more nuts. It's really all diet for me as to if I'll improve or not. I'll put in the work for the 20-30 min in the gym, but the other 23 hours of the day, that's the real work for me. So I sit here now, blogging, chugging my black coffee and eating my spinach, mushroom, bell pepper and 2 egg scramble. I've changed my dinners up tilapia and greens and instead of nuts for snack, I get cucumbers and salsa. I think I'll be seeing some epic progress this week. I just have a feeling. With this challenge, I have added a shit ton of greens to my diet. The first week I was bloated and gassy. Not fun. Sunday, I went out and got pro and pre-biotics. I take one in the morning and holy wow the difference. They are magical. Seriously, I knew they were helpful and have used them in the past but I think I am making them part of my morning routine forever.

The homework this week for me was 5 pull-ups every min on the min 8 times. I came yesterday after work to open gym to get them done and they were a breeze. Today after class I went for another round. OH MY HANDS. I didn't finish and will have to have a do-over Saturday or Sunday. I want to get to the point where my strength goes before my hands go. I really want to avoid ripping them, it sucks at work where hand sanitizer is a every few min reality. That stuff on open wounds once is unpleasant to say the least, repeating the process for 12 hours just leads to the longest day ever. Not worth it.

The coffee is starting to kick in and thank goodness. I'm back to work at 2 and it's go time for the next week. Gotta use these next few hours wisely.

-Cheers!

Day 12 Breaking Down and Building Up

"It's not hard to make decisions when you know what your values are."~ Roy Disney

My body is reeeally starting to feel the effects of the intense training. Since Sunday night I've been waking up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat, which always seems to happen the night after a hard workout. I had a friend who is a cyclist who had the same thing happen, he called it "riding fever". I've got Fran fever. or CrossFit fever. I went to open gym last night after work with the intention of doing my homework again from last week of 18-12-6 65lb thrusters....but then I saw the workout posted for today of 800 meter run and 100 Shoulder to overhead with the RX weight of 95lbs. So I worked on my pull-ups instead...and my double unders. The good news is I can string together 10 pull-ups in a row! Bad news is my double unders are still sucking. Double unders and running, my weakest links. But I have a plan to remedy that.

I broke yesterday and had a bagel (once again brought by the evil drug reps). Yes, I was super hungry, but I don't think not having it would have killed me. I'm slipping up more and more on the nutrition, but I'm to have a phone call from my coach later today to go over just that and I have a feeling I will get a pretty solid verbal smack. But, in all fairness, I shouldn't need an outside influence to get me to nail my nutrition, it has to come from me, otherwise where is the growth? It's an exercise in mental strength. I think of it like working a muscle, if you don't work it...it won't get stronger. Same with resisting cheats. If I'm not practising saying no...how do I expect it to become a lifestyle? I should know better. I'm tired. My body is in a constant state of tightness/soreness and I am definitely getting snappy at work. The energy I was depending on using to resist all the temptations isn't really there. So it's time to dig a little deeper, because I have it in me.

Am I over training? Maybe. Am I under resting? Oh yea. 12 hour shifts on your feet do not complement this. And since the crazy expensive car repairs, I've been picking up extra shifts. It's rough, but I'm only doing that for 3 weeks. I think of all the moms out there. Women who are getting by on a few hours of sleep here and there, running households, raising kids, working, trying to get 1 min to pee in privacy...and I think, you know, I've got it pretty easy. I have a husband and a cat and the only thing that's keeping me from getting at least 7 hours of sleep a night is discipline. Some nights I could even get more if I wanted. I have every food I could possible want at my fingertips because this is America, land of excess. I have no excuse not to feed my body the best nutrients. I have no excuse not to get adequate sleep at night. All that's stopping me from excelling...is me. So I broke down a little these past few days. Now it's time to build back up.

Day 10 Double Unders are my Nemesis

Monday monday. Almost cried out of frustration this morning due to me just sucking huge at double unders. Looking back it does stand to reason that this is my 4th day in a row of crossfit workouts, which my body is not used to. But, doing my morning inventory, really, all that felt a little sore/tight was my lats. We started with 5-5-5-5-5 back squats. I got up to 135 for the last 3 sets. Then we cut the weight in half and did a 21-15-9 metcon with a 5 min cap, of backsquats (@ 67lbs for me) and double unders. I wasted most of the time on my first double under set. Usually I can hit a rhythm of single, double, single double. But this morning. NONE! So I went to straight singles until Paul called my out on it so I tried doubles again. I did manage to get some in and ran out of time on the last round. Still f*ckin' pisses me off that I can't knock those out. I blew through the backsquats, then sat tangled up in a jumprope for the rest of the time. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Almost went to the gym (24hour) on the drive home just to do something, anything, to get out the frustration from my shitty double unders. Then I thought, you know, you might just be tired, and going crazy in the gym because you're sucking at something due to being tired is probably not the best choice. So I went home and made breakfast and watched more viedo's of the Regionals. And window shopped online for more crossfit shirts. I have my eye on a good half dozen. I love the "That's not sweat, it's my body crying" and "Crossfit....it's like crack, but you get to keep your teeth" http://www.zazzle.com/crossfit_tshirt-235301829994035386

Anyhow, picked up another extra shift @ work so I'm going in at 2. Probably should go be productive while I still can.

Best. Day .Ever.

Today marked the first of 3 Epic Sunday Workouts that are part of the Fran Challenge. I have to say, considering the statement that was made: "Everyone will have their breaking point", I had a wee case of the butterflies prior. Luckily, I bedazzled my Fran shirt, and we all know that it's been scientifically proven that it makes you faster if you're wearing shiny things.

The morning starts off with me driving Justin to the airport for his trade show in Florida.Afterwards I have time to kill and desperately need some caffeine so I stop at the Coffee Bean for some liquid stimulation, settle into a comfy chair in the corner with my Nook and read for a bit, relishing the fact that I am A). Comfortable and B). able to breathe easily. Both of which are soon to be distant memories of the past. But I get antsy and decide to head in.

Max (the owner) is there when I get in already writing the workout out on the board....

We are split into teams of 4. One to carry the barbell (35lbs), 2 to carry the Weight plates (25lbs each) and one (me) to carry the Sandbag (75lbs). We trek down and across the street to the park much to the confusion of the traffic passing by.
When we get to the park we set up the barbell with the weights to make it a solid 85lbs and as a team rep out 100 push presses. Oh and by the way, the sandbag is never allowed to hit the ground or there are extra hill sprints. Once the push presses are done we do 3 laps on the very appropriately named "Pain Hill". I have to say this was the hardest part for me.
But of course it's not enough to just run pain hill. Next we have to carry all our equipment (including the sandbag) up and around this hill of death. Twice. When we finish we re-assemble the weights (remember, sandbag still not allowed to hit the ground) and rep out 150 deadlifts as a team. And then carry it all back down and across the street to the gym.
Did I mention we had to carry the barbell back in one piece? Luckily I had the sandbag, because as awkward as it is, I think the loaded barbell would be hell on the shoulders.
...and we're only 45 min in.

Next piece. AMRAP means: As Many Reps As Possible. Still in our team of 4 we need to knock out 30 box jumps (24inch box). 15 log shoulder to shoulder (135lbs). For this you load the barbell up, and use 2 team members. You face each other, get it on your shoulder the press it up over you head down to the other shoulder. That. Shit's. Heavy. The we go to 10 team push-ups, which are pretty fun. Think of a dog pile push-up. One person lays on the ground and the team just starts stacking up with their legs on your back and on 1,2,UP! we all push-up as a unit. We got 4 rounds and 11 box jumps done in the 15 min.
This next part was just fun. We run as a team 800 meters, then climb to the roof to do 100 airsquats...sadly we had to come down off the roof because it looked like we were going to fall through. (it did feel kinda hardcore doing squats on a roof) Then we pretty much did monkey bars across the entire line up pull-up bars. Scaled a 9 foot pull-up rack, Pushed a 250lb prowler (freakishly hard to do), and did a balance walk across these bars for 20 feet. (Took off my shoes for that one and actually made it across on my second try w/out falling off)
Team work time over, we all load up our own barbell (95lbs for the dudes, 65lbs for the girls) and have an AMRAP for 4 min of ground to overhead. My team was still in the team spirit though so we all faced each other in a square. The first 5 I'm able to snatch it overhead, the rest I end up having to power clean and then push jerk. Pretty much we could do whatever it took to get the weight from the floor to an overhead locked out position. I got 33or 34....can't remember now. But it was awesome.

I have to say it was a fantastic day. I'm tired but I feel great. Afterwards it kinda felt like I should keep going, practice my pull-ups or thrusters. Some people got on the rowers, some started lifting. I don't know why, but I think we were all so in the zone, we just didn't want to stop. However, as I was carrying a measly 35lb barbell back to the rack it literally fell right out of my grip, which told me I might be more spent that I realized with all the happy workout endorphins flooding my system. So I call it a day and drive home.

Getting home I look in the mirror at a sweat soaked dirt covered face with the biggest grin. I am happy. I love this. I want to be doing this then I'm 70. I want the whole world to do this. For some people working out is a chore. For me, it's survival. I am my best when I am working out, my mind is clear, my thoughts are focused. There is no room for anxiety, worry, doubt, depression..all things I have battled my whole life. Outside of the gym it's the real world again, the same struggles. But I carry home a little more hope, a little more light. And that's how I've learned to not just survive, but thrive. Working out out for me means more than a goal of rockin' abs (although I wouldn't mind them), it's quality of life. Without it I fail to thrive. I've been in some very dark places and I don't know if I'll ever feel safe or immune from the "dark night of the soul" (to borrow from the Bible). I'm very aware of what I fight and it's not far beneath the surface. So I keep moving and keep working and I can say with confidence and a smile:

"I'm Alive"

Day 8 One week down 5 to go....

"Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it."~ Lou Holtz

One week down and here's my thoughts. I need to be more structured with my diet. Got on the scale and not a budge in the #'s! Well, huff. Here's where I think I de-railed. Well, one, I did split a bottle of wine with my husband Thursday night. I had a rough day at work of which the pinnacle was a grown man passing out in my arms in the bathroom (I work in the ER, not abnormal for me to be in the bathroom with a dude...just in case you're going: What the?!?...) . Anyhow, while holding said passed out full freakin' grown male (and by the way, dead weight is dead weight), trying to make sure he still has a pulse and hasn't coded on me, I smell something rank. Looking down I see liquid, yup, you guessed it, shit, flowing out the bottom of his pants leg. Can I just say how happy I was that he was wearing jeans? Otherwise it would have been all over yours truly. So needless to say, my beloved, after hearing about this felt a bottle of wine was in order (as well as steak, love this man) and I quite agreed. But I don't think that was the only thing that contributed to the non number change onthe scale. I think it's the damned nuts.

Have you ever mocked someone ordering a value meal at some fast food joint...with a diet coke? Kinda defeated the purpose right? Weeeeellll, I'm kinda in that boat. The last few days in addition the weighing out my 28grams of nuts and taking them with me to work in a baggie, I'm munching on an unmeasured amount at night. And that measly 28 grams is nothing (for 170 cal!) so there is a good chance I have been sabotaging myself with hundreds of extra calories right before I go to sleep. In fact, I know I have. So no more nuts at night for me.

So tomorrow is our first 2 hour madness workout for the challenge. I'm excited. It's going to be rough and I have to say that the intensity at which I'm sure it is going to be executed really makes me want to stick to fantastic foods only. I need to make sure I'm in the best place physically that I can be. Although I almost used that reasoning today when we went to Bagles and Brew for breaakfast/lunch. It was past noon and I had done the 9am workout (Alina, you are the bomb diggity team workout partner) and had not eaten at all yet. Needless to say, I wanted one of everything on the menu. My strategy was to get the scramble without cheese and sub sausage for the bagel. We get to the register and I ask for that and am informed that they can't sub meat for the bread....I think my world stopped for at least half a second. My battle plan was thwarted. The only other option was sliced tomatoes..really? Weak ass tomatoes or a freshly toasted bagel with whatever I want on it? I'm thinking that maybe carbing up for tomorrow would be a good idea...? My soul cried a little. I got the tomatoes, an you know what? It was perfect. And guilt free. In fact, I'm feeling a little victorious to tell you the truth. One small victory for the Koala.

Week 2 coming up. The Mr is going to be out of town all week, which means I can take over the fridge with tupperware of pre-measured food and nail my nutrition. I think I might duct tape the nut container shut. I don't even like nuts, but when I'm dieting, it's the closed thing to bread I can find and man, it's all over. Odd. SO my goals are:

1) 100% weighed and measured food.

2) give 100% to the workouts and homework.

3) dye my hair, it's getting to be that mousy brown washed out colour again. (hey, it needs to get done)

Day 5 And the cravings begin.

The cravings have begun.

I have junk foods I love, cake frosting, home made cookies, super moist brownies, cinnamon rolls....ect. The last, oh, 3 years I have really not restricted any of these completely for any period of time. Granted, I wasn't living off them daily, but I would have Graham crackers @ work when hungry, same for candy in the form of candy bar mini's from the never empty candy jar in our bosses office. And when the really good stuff came along (see list above) I would have it to and like it, but not enjoy it, like really really savour and taste it. Usually it was a rushed inhale of food, followed by the little voice nagging in the back of my head saying I really didn't need that, followed by some guilt and a lot of disappointment. I distinctly remember when I was dieting down for shows how much more I appreciated food. Smells were huge, just the smell of baking bread and I was smiling, and if/when I was allowed cheats, they tasted like heaven. I would dream about food. It's starting again. Not a lot, but this morning I wanted some nice starchy carbs, a huge bowl of oatmeal with tons of brown sugar , cereal, anything. I had my 28gram of nuts instead but I also got kinda excited.

You see, I love it that I'm getting to that point. That I'm reeling in my nutrition enough that it's showing. That I'm locking into a habit so completely that to have a cheat would be exactly that, having a cheat.It wouldn't be just everyday dessert. It would be an occasion, because it would be so far from what I'm doing now. Before, crap food just blended in to my diet because my nutrition was so sloppy. Now it would stick out like a thigh abductor machine in a crossfit gym. And to me, that's success.

There is a bodybuilder Kai Green. who I love. I used to find videos of him for inspiration, just because to him, bodybuilding was a journey, a philosophy, and he always had a way of saying it that made me crack up. This clip, he's on the stepmill I think, getting ready for a show sharing some thoughts on life, training and food. The whole thing is good, but the food part that I love is from 2 min in to about 4 min. It's worth checking out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-o-eUjQeZI&feature=related

Day 3 Ditching the Western Diet

GUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gum's paleo right? All day, I was like a crackhead looking for my fix, I asked co-workers, strangers, family members of patients, anyone I could find to see if they had gum. Why? I think I just wanted something sweet...? Who knows. I did go get some value packs after work, so I will have my fix if I need it . Today's food offering at work was from the ambulance company gods, consisting of a platter of muffins, a platter of bagels and a huge bowel of fruit. OK, so I had some chunks of honeydew melon and a strawberry. Nom Nom Nom!!!! De-freakin-liscious. If you're going, uh....fruit, not a bad thing you crazy food weirdo, little extreme there? Well, not really. Here's the deal. Part of the challenge is leaning down. Sugar is sugar is sugar, even in the form of fruit. So for now, for the next 6 weeks, I can accept that it will be a limited food group to see what happens. That may be where the gum craving comes in, sweetness!!!!!!!!!! Tons of veggies, a variety of protein sources and some nuts (and perhaps a few berries post workout...if I'm feeling saucy)

One of the biggest benefits of this nutrition, is (aside from me chomping on gum) it's all non-processed food. Natural. I'm curious what that will do for my health. And I have to say, I got 2 "you're glowing" comments today (although, in all fairness, one was right after a code that went on forever and I was dripping sweat from never ending CPR in a crowded room. That's a sure way to get a "glow") But seriously, there are so many different diets around the world, and I'm not talking weight watchers vs. south beach. I mean all the different cultures who's health far exceeds ours. From carb based to meat based to a tribe who's main staple is a mix of blood and milk, these people seem to have no similarities in nutrition at all. But where they all come together is their health. It pimpslaps ours. And the other thing they have in common is their food is not processed. It almost screams EAT NATURAL!!! But we seem to be deaf to the call. I firmly believe that Western diseases stem from the Western diet. We are killing ourselves a little every day with what we put in our bodies. (damn you yogurtland! ) We're so obsessed with food that has health claims. Here's a good rule of thumb, if there is a health claim on the package, don't buy it. The food industry is the food industry is the food industry. It's a money making empire. And we are the tools who believe what we are told, like supplementing with vitamins forgives not just eating the right foods in the first place. For example, enriched bread and "health bars", have you read the ingredients? Can't pronounce half of them? It's like taking a multivitamin with your crack and calling it healthy and wondering why your teeth fall out. I feel like I'm starting an un-organised rant. Must stop. My point is, I think natural foods are good. I think they are life giving. I think 6 weeks of nailing this is going to leave me a much healthier, happier person. Now I just gotta get off this gum craving...

The pics above are some of the lovely foods I loved to feast on during busy days @ work...or slow days...or any days for that matter. Luckily, still holding strong.

Day 2

Started off with 2 eggs and a slice of avocado for breakfast to tide me over through teaching 2 cycle classes back to back. And had my coffee...black. Kinda reminds me of backpacking. Came home for a quick lunch of (yum!) tri-tip and 3 (yes I counted) strawberries, then was off to the ER to cover the last 7 hours of a shift. Funny, I wasn't sure if we do lunch breaks when we are "only" working 7 hours, but I brought my spicy, free range grass fed (yep) ground beef with jalapeños and bok choi just in case. Got to work and saw our spread for the day in pixys alley: cookies, several bags of chips, salsa, sour cream, a box of sandwiches (really, a freakin' box), cookies, tamales....am I missing anything? ANd by the way, pixys alley is where we go for all our supplies so all that food is in your face ALL the time. I took pics that I'll post later. It's nice to be riding on the high of a new challenge so at this point there isn't a huge struggle to say no, but I know the time will come. Either way, day 2 down, and I'm feeling pretty good.

Day 1!

It begins!

My gym crossfitsouthcounty is doing a Fran Challenge. 6 weeks of some legit work in the nutrition department as well as the physical and mental. Today was our first day where we went over the expectations, nutrition, got some pimptastic shirts and had our first go at Fran. Fran is 21-15-9 of Pull-ups and Thrusters @ 65lbs. It took me 10:36 and that was with a red band. I have a love hate relationship with the bands. I love that I can crank out more than 2 pull-ups @ a time with them, but I hate that I still use them at times. So obviously, my goal is to not use a band for the grand finale of Fran and to get it done in under 10 min. I think that will be the easy part though. Not that I don't fully expect it to kick my ass, but it's easy to go and work your heart out when there are inspiring people all around you, cheering, with fantastically loud music blaring in the background. The hard part for me will hands down be the nutrition. I have a tendency to eat my feelings and eat for sport. Working in the ER and having a family who's love language is food makes for a tough road ahead. My weakness now is not planning food ahead of time..and eating junk, of course. Especially on my work days I HAVE to bring food with me. And not just food, but exciting, tasty food that I'm looking forward to eating. Because let me tell you, going 7-8 hours on your feet non stop before you even get a 30 min lunch break makes the CPK personal pizza's and bagels that the drug reps bring in look mighty good. And if it's that vs. some dry chicken and cold soggy broccoli....game over.

There is also the matter of setting an example...how am I representing my gym and crossfit? Everyone knows I crossfit. I'm addicted to it like crack. But how appealing is someone who's constantly crying about how they can't have this and that and don't come near me I'm dieting, woe unto me.....I'm sure you've all seen it. Not very inspiring. But what if you see someone who is excited, who brings beautiful, colourful meals to work, who does't have that mid-afternoon crash and stays positive and sees results? I'd want to join the club. Happiness is catchy, so is negativeness. This is a choice. No one is forcing me to do this. I want to do this, I want to be that ripple in the pond that touches those around me. I want people to see what I'm doing and believe that, hell, they might just be able to do it too. I want to plant little seeds of hope and self belief just by living as an example, not lecturing, harassing, pushing. Just being. And for now, for me, that's enough.