I am no longer detoxing or dieting properly because I fail at food. I can admit that. Food and I are just a dysfunctional relationship, filled with break-up/make-up food eating sessions that end with me feeling used...just kidding. But I do feel a little guilty at times. Okay, a lot gulity. I've decided that there's more to my life than just being a chubby crossfitter so my plan is to not focus on my diet, although that may pop in my writing from time to time, as it is a big part of my life, I mean, you have to eat to live, my problem is I live to eat. Damn you food!!! I will say this, I have been Diet Coke free for so long now, I can't remember (like 2 and a half months, but it feels like a year). Honestly, I don't miss it. I try to eat very little added sugar, but ice cream is an evil temptress. I indulge once a week, at least. I have all the right eating knowledge in my head, and I am conscious of what I should be doing, so I give eating right a good effort and that's what I'm going to do for now. Take that food!
CrossFit world is wonderful but what's even cooler is that I'm a semi-runner now. I completed a half-marathon this month, on December 6th. I trained pretty well with the help of two very good runners I am blessed to know. They even offered to run my long runs with me. I mean, those are good friends right there, letting me slow them down, just so I can learn to speed up. I crossed the finish line after two hours and forty minutes of running with only a few walking pit stops at the watering holes. Here's how my brain works and how I stayed motivated for the duration of the run. I figured if a woman can be in labor, birthing a child for hours on end, I could run for at least 3 hours without complaining. Having never birthed a child, but having heard stories, this seemed like a good comparison. And all I got at the end of my race was a medal...no baby like those exhausted birthing mommas. It was so fun, I've signed up for another one in March and I'm going to run it a little quicker this next time around, because I'm all about those PRs! I no longer hate running, but my left shin sure does.
In other news, my butt is mad at me because I've recently been talked into trying biking. I was apprehensive at first, not knowing the biking rules, riding on a trail "owned" by experienced bikers, but I am being coached by a very patient biker. One that knows I'm willing to try anything and once I do, I'm hooked. Dammit, how come I get sucked in to everything?? Now I'm on the lookout for a new bike. One that preferrably doesn't make my butt feel awful, but I hear that it is just something I will have to get used to. You hear that butt, just get used to it! Don't ask me how I'm going to get a potential bike to any trail since I drive a Kia Optima, but I'll find a way because riding a bike is fun...super hard, harder than people make it look, with the wind blowing in their hair and their strong (and deceivingly worn out) legs pumping up and down so fast...but nonetheless, fun. And I get to wear a helmet and secretly quote a line from the movie Spaceballs in my head to make me giggle when I'm riding over a bumpy bridge that makes my butt scream and a single, lonely tear roll down my cheek.
So many new things going on in my life. I'm quite happy about it. I wasn't very happy this past week, kind of a pity party up in here to be quite honest, but I'm doing better. Perspective...finding the things to be happy about. Sometimes it's hard depending on what's happening around you, but the happy is there. My mom used to always end her day by journaling three positive things that made her happy that day. For a woman dying of cancer, this always made me grateful to have such a wonderful role-model in life. Why do I forget about all the good things she taught me and let the "bad" stuff get in the way? Life is silly. I'm glad I'm living it and trying all sorts of new things that are making me a happier, healthier person. My mom would be SO proud of me, and that makes me the happiest of all!
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