Adventures in Fat Girl Fitness

Working my Way to a Healthier Me One Burpee at a Time

ARGHH — June 25, 2018

ARGHH

frustratedI’m annoyed with my body today. It’s not doing what I want it to do. I eat right, count my macros, hit the gym, and… the scale isn’t moving. It’s been weeks. It’s getting… well… frustrating.

I mean, I know I’m not doing this just for weight loss, but damn it, if my body is going to stay here with or without big piles of pasta, I’ll take the fucking pasta!

It’s frustrating and defeating. Especially since I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it to the gym this week at all (husband is out of town and someone has to be with the kid). So now I’m frustrated and don’t even have an avenue to burn off the frustration. Top that off with solo-parenting a threenager for a week and… *see gif*.

Sorry, this is whiny, but I’m bummed today.

Grrr. Arghh.

Run? Am I being chased by a bear?! — May 30, 2018

Run? Am I being chased by a bear?!

cardio

Last night at the gym was a minor miracle.

Very minor.

But a miracle nonetheless.

I did cardio.

RIGHT?! I know! Me too!

So here’s the thing – a while back I had tried to take up running. I started one of those couch to 5K programs and thought, yeah, this looks doable.

Cut to me doing my first run where I had to run 1 minute. 1. One. ONE.

I thought I was going to die.

I couldn’t even run a minute without wanting to throw up. What the hell had I let myself become? No wonder I was tired all the time. I couldn’t even move my fucking body at a slow, lumbering clip for 60 seconds.

It was embarrassing. It was shocking. It was humbling.

So imagine my dread when I walk into the box last night to find that I’m going to do multiple sessions on the rower last night.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I can’t do cardio. I’ll throw up. I’ll cry. I’ll pass out.

But just like in baseball, there is apparently no crying in Crossfit (or if there is, no one is cutting you any slack for it). So I jumped (stumbled) onto the rower and started in on my first 45 calorie row.

It took me 4 and a half minutes.

Without stopping.

I moved and breathed and pushed for 4 and a half minutes.

It’s legit the longest stretch of cardio I’ve done in years. Like… 20 years.

Then I did another 4 minutes. Then 3 and a half. Then 3. Then 2 and a half. Then 2…

… And then I got time capped, but I made it!

It was no Olympic quality performance. I mean, my stomach is so big my knees bend out when I row and I drenched that machine in sweat, but I made it. At least until time got called and I got to die.

I wobbled off the rower like a baby giraffe learning to walk and you should see me today, but hell, if that ain’t improvement I don’t know what is.

Post surgery — March 11, 2018

Post surgery

So turns out my Achilles tendon did require surgery to repair. Had that done on the 7th and am now in the 2 week, non-weight bearing portion of this adventure.

Luckily for me I’ve done this before. I’ve been through this recovery period and know that I’ll make it through. And this time I have a husband to help and a gym to get back to.

But I am worried about losing all strength in these next two weeks, so I’ve been reading some tips, am going to pull out my resistance bands, and hope that I don’t completely atrophy before I can walk again.

Golly two weeks feels like a long time at the start.

You know what Monty Python always said… — March 5, 2018

You know what Monty Python always said…

… Nobody ever expects the Spanish Inquisition.

In other news, I feel that being down to one leg should help me get really, really good at pistol squats (at least on my right leg) while I heal.  Squatting down to sit on just one leg has become de rigure, and that’s gotta be positive, right?

In other news, I see the surgeon tomorrow. I hope to know then what the treatment plan is. I’m hoping it’s something that gets me back to the gym soon. Going to the gym is a new thing for me, but I’m already missing it (and bored of sitting on my ass all day). Come on, aircast!