Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Trade-Off


As I’m sitting here at work (with not a lot to do), I’m trying to talk myself out of ice cream.  I really, really want it.  And when I really want ice cream, no one better stand between me and the closest Sheridan’s.

And that’s what prompted this entry.  I have come up with a list of reasons why I’m not going to go to Sheridan’s today. (Oh, and if someone can give me a healthy food that’s anywhere near as delicious as one of their peanut butter malts, then I will be your slave forever.)

I’m pretty new at this whole clean(er) eating and exercise thing.  And boy, oh boy, do I have a long way to go!  But in just four short months, here is what CrossFit has done for me:

My headaches are not entirely gone, but compared to the shooting migraines I had every single day, I’ll take a smallish headache here and there.  No more migraine meds, and very minimal use of Excedrin.  (I’m pretty sure that for a while there, I single-handedly kept the makers of that particular aspirin product in business.)

Asthma, be gone!  Ok, well not exactly gone per se, BUT aside from the minor weather-change issues, I have not had to use my inhaler for a long, long time.  Before CrossFit, I was using my inhaler about…hmmm…oh yeah, a gazillion times a day.

Cankles are banished.  If you’re not familiar with the term cankles, they can unglamorously be described as the part of your body where calf and ankle should become two separate body parts…but when the excess body fat sort of blends into one thing, they become ‘cankles.’

I can jump.  And not just when a spider crawls out from under something that I happen to be standing by.  I mean, I can jump—when I want, for however long I want.  I’m not quite to the you-say-jump, I-say-how-high thing, because I’m pretty sure I’d scrape the flesh right off my leg if I tried anything higher than 16” right now.  But for me, that’s HUGE progress.  I started off sort of doing this little hop-but-not-really thing onto a 25 lb. plate, which is about as thick as a pancake.  And I’ve progressed.  And I’ll jump higher next week than I do this week.

My ankles don’t hurt.  And my knees don’t hurt.  After that first full-blown workout (which I still think was a total set-up, because it was running, running, and more running), I was in so much pain that I was pretty sure the doctor would have to amputate both legs above the knee.  Oh, the ibuprofen and the throbbing.  And did I mention the ibuprofen?  But now they don’t hurt.  Even when Chandra tells me we’re running farther than I’ve ever run before.

I’ve learned that a rope is made for jumping.  Previously, I thought that funny little rope with the handle-thingies on the ends was for tying up the sides of my kids’ fake tent in the living room.  Not any more.  Now when I swing that sucker, I can jump over it.  Ok, I occasionally still whip my legs and leave welts, and I’m still determined to one day (before I die) get a double-under, but I can jump over the darned thing now.  (Which is WAY better than Day 1, when I sort of looked like a really sad and uncoordinated baboon trying to skip rope.)

Diminishing Bingo Flap.  You know that underarm area that sort of flaps in the breeze when really old women wave their Bingo card in the air?  Yeah, that.  Well, it’s still there, but it’s gradually being replaced by muscles that will one day be used to heft my chin to the bar in a real, live pull-up.  I have learned that this is one area you do not want to let go, because it’s dreadfully painful to whip it back into shape.

If these reasons are not enough, here are a few more.  Smaller pants.  Smaller shirts.  Playing more with my kids.  Having more energy.  Feeling younger.  Feeling more confident.  Being around for my family.  New friendships.  Mental fortitude.  Believing in myself.  Feeling healthy.

As far as nutrition and exercise, I’m not where I want to be yet, but I’m on the road, and CrossFit is helping me get there.  Thanks to everyone who pushes and inspires and believes in me every single day!

CrossFit Lee’s Summit.  That’s my gym.  And that’s why I’m not going to Sheridan’s today.

2 comments:

Darth Amethystos said...

i'm so proud of you, woman! oh, and i read this while eating double-stuf oreos... thanks for the guilt trip ;-)

ChemDance174 said...

So proud of you!!! I talk about you all the time and what you've accomplished at CF! Glad we've become friends! See you every morning at the gym!

-Kim