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My excessive energy, extreme narcissism, and intense love of neon-colored spandex is both managed and fueled by my addiction to fitness. I push myself to extremes and I push other people's buttons. Obviously I needed my own blog.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

My 3.5 Year CrossFit Anniversary is Saturday

So I was reading a member spotlight in another box's newsletter yesterday and the member says of her changes: "I can lift my stereotypically overpacked suitcase into the trunk of an Uber without the driver's assistance. They're always like 'let me help you with that' and I tell them 'NO I CAN DO IT BY MYSELF!'" And I felt exactly the same way. I was so dang proud of myself when I could casually toss my ridiculous suitcases above my seat on the LIRR. While I can certainly still carry my own luggage or multiple cases of seltzer in from the car, proving I can isn't that important to me. If you offer to help, go for it. That being said, I enjoyed watching two guys from PetSmart struggle with Daisy Mae's condo and was like here, let me do it. As they protested, I picked it up, loaded it into the car, and wished them a Happy Thanksgiving.

Some other things have changed in the years that I've been doing CrossFit. Six months into CrossFit and I was fitting into jeans I bought when I was 13. Three years and six months into CrossFit and I just don't fit in jeans.

I think I look pretty thin in that photo and those jeans were effing tiny, but I looked back at my December 2013 blog posts and I'm fluffy as fuck. I am so much stronger and feel so much better now. I think I look better too. The photo below is Christmas Eve 2013. I don't know how much I weigh and I think I was eating mostly paleo plus a lot of alcohol. So basically nothing has changed except I now eat rice...

December 2013

Kidding aside, I think it's pretty cool that I can't find a record of my weight on my blog for several months of 2013 and 2014. While I ultimately think I gained too much fat by not properly fueling my body, I started to accept myself for this first time. I lost some of that acceptance and I hope to find myself back there soon. I get frustrated that I don't look like I spend that much time in the gym, but then I remind myself that I shut Blake's down at 3 AM this morning and Tito's isn't helping me hit my macros.

November 2016

Fun fact - I'm pretty sure the guy I've been seeing is going to stop speaking to me if I tell him Tito's has calories again.

I reread this blog post recently and loved seeing that I got 7 back squats at 115#. I can warm up with that weight now. And I don't use bands for pull-ups anymore. In fact, I got three strict pull-ups the other morning. I also ripped my hand like a rookie on Tuesday because someone thought it was a good idea to program 60 toes to bars and 60 pull-ups in one WOD.

So my skills have grown, my thighs are bigger, my waist is hopefully smaller. But more importantly than strength and aesthetics, I have grown so much as a person in the past 3.5 years. My confidence is rooted in my abilities and my willingness to be part of something bigger than myself. And that's a hell of a lot more important than those Juicy Jeans.

PS - I totally tried to put those on when I was home last August and I got stuck and ripped the belt loop out in an attempt to free myself. My mother told me to throw them out. RIP Juicy Jeans. RIP.

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