Well, today is the first day of the year and I decided I would do a CrossFit Total to see where I was at.
Back Squat, 1 rep
Front Press, 1 rep
Deadlift, 1 rep
Let’s just say the year didn’t start off on a good note. These were some of the ugliest, gnarliest, down-right nasty lifts I have ever done in my life. Attributable to, oh I don’t know, perhaps two whole weeks of not working out at all and eating every gram of carb and sugar that passed within a five mile radius of me.
I told my mother this morning (as she was fixing a lunch of breaded chicken strips, garlic bread and french fries) that I was not eating any more sugar or grains. She said “Ever?” I said, “Well, until I go crazy anyway.” It was looking like that might have been tonight. I mean, I was having a serious internal battle about the tin of homemade cookies sitting on the kitchen counter. I can’t even go one day? Heck, the day ain’t over yet.
I don’t know what to do. Zone? I hate measuring, and bananas are frowned upon. Paleo? No measuring and I can have bananas, but no peanut butter or cheese. All I know is I need to eat better and work out consistently. My goal for this year is to lose 30 pounds. Sure, I want to perform better, who doesn’t? But I would be lying if I said a big part of it isn’t vanity. I want to look good, I want to feel good, I don’t want to be self conscious about my body anymore. I hate walking around feeling that little jiggle, I absolutely hate it. The problem is, I love cookies more than I hate the jiggle, and that needs to change first.