Adventures in Fat Girl Fitness

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

Graduation Day — May 25, 2018

Graduation Day

Barbell

Today I did my first ever big girl Crossfit class. My trainer felt I had gotten the hang of the basic moves and wouldn’t hurt myself (or my ankle) so I signed up for a 6:30 am class and headed to the box.

Only to find that it was Hero WOD day. Oof.

DT. Scaled for me, of course. But first, 15 minutes to build up to a 2 rep max on a Hang Power Clean. I made it to 95lbs before the time ran out.

Then DT started. It’s one of those WODs that looks easy on paper, but kicks your ass by round 2. I was prescribed a lower weight because I’m new (but I wasn’t the only one in the class using 55lbs rather than the 85 or 105 lbs that were prescribed for women at the performance and competitive levels).

So I chalked my hands, grabbed my poker chips (for round counting, but of course), and started in on my 12 deadlifts. I finished the first round in just over a minute. I had allotted 2 and a half minutes.

Oh fuck.

I’ve been here before. Going hard on the first one and finding out quickly that while this is only a 15 minute exercise, it’s a marathon of 15 minutes, not a sprint.

I’d been sprinting. This is going to catch up with me.

Round two I took it a bit slower because I knew I was screwed.

By round five I was counting individual reps knowing that I only had 14, then 13, then 12 more to go before I could collapse on the floor.

And internets? I made it! I completed my WOD in 12:45. I didn’t get time capped. I made it!

And not only that, but it was fun! Hard, but fun.

I’m going back Tuesday.

Bring on the barbells for I am a motherfucking unicorn who cannot be stopped. Arghhh (or something).

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Who Am I? — May 4, 2018

Who Am I?

I just messaged my trainer seeing if she had any openings for the weekend. Because I didn’t want to wait until Tuesday next week for another workout. Because I like working out? This is a thing now? I don’t even recognize myself.

Really, I blame my friend/colleague who told me to try crossfit. She changed me. Made me this… person. It’s all her fault.

But I’m excited to go back tomorrow. Last night was my first barbell workout where we first worked up to my max 1 rep strict overhead press and then 5 rounds of 12 lower-weight presses. I maxed out at 85 lbs, which I think is good for a beginner, but who knows, maybe it’s pathetic. I then did my 5 rounds at 55 lbs which got hard fast. By the end I was managing two, maybe three presses at a time before I had to rack the bar. But I finished them all (plus 5 rounds of 16 calories on the skierg and 14 abmat situps).

That workout made me feel strong and badass. There’s really nothing in the world like the feeling you get when you first pick-up that barbell. And now I’m craving it. I want to feel strong again.

Fuck yeah, barbells!

Crushing it — May 2, 2018

Crushing it

I’ve been struggling with my workouts lately. My head hasn’t been in the game and my muscles have seemed to agree with my head. It’s been more than a little discouraging.

But today I walked into the box with a determination to, if nothing else, give it all I had. To fight through the pain and keep going rather than giving up.

And internets? I crushed it. I finished my first WOD in half the time cap and then when my trainer decided I wasn’t done I crushed her second mini-WOD in less than 7 minutes (with a 15 min TC).

It felt amazing. Was it a super hard workout? No, but it did challenge me. And more importantly I truly gave it everything I had. Even on the damn Assault Bike.

If this is what it feels like to not give up, then I’m hooked. What an awesome feeling of strength and accomplishment.

So for today, go me! You did good.

Ebb and Flow — April 24, 2018

Ebb and Flow

Today was my redemption day. After last week when I almost cried, wanted to throw up, and was just an all around baby today was the day to get back in the box and get my head in the game.

Luckily my WOD today was infinitely easier than last week’s, which certainly helped with the feeling of strength I had today.

While I still had to do my time on the fucking assault airbike, I only had to do it in 6 calorie sprints, rather than a 12 calorie death cycle. And upper body work is always my favourite. Its where I’m strongest.

So all in all today was a good day. An easier day. A day that I felt strong and capable. I like these days. I mean, I know they won’t always be like this , but its sure nice to get the break every once in a while.

It’s all in your head — April 20, 2018

It’s all in your head

The mental side of fitness is something I never really thought about or encountered before. Before this journey when a class or exercise would get too hard I’d just quit. It was a simple solution to an unpleasant situation, but it meant that I’ve never had to push past the “oh, fuck, I might die or throw up (or both)” feeling.

Cue tonight. I’ve been battling a cold and it’s been over a week since I’ve been to the box to workout with Mel, my amazing trainer. I’ll be honest, I want really feeling like a workout tonight and thought that maybe I’d half-ass it. Yeah, Mel was having none of that.

So for the first time in almost ever I had to figure out how to push through when every ounce of my being was screaming at me to quit. To give in. To lie down and run out the clock.

I asked Mel if anyone ever quits on her. She thought about it and then answered no and immediately reminded me that I was supposed to be doing some push ups. I can see why no one quits. You simply don’t have the opportunity. The reps come fast, the clock is ticking, and if you stop to think you’d cry. So you don’t stop.

My workout tonight was nothing hard. For a seasoned veteran it would seem like a warm up. But tonight it kicked my ass all over the mat.

But for the first time I didn’t quit. I kept going and dug deep. I listened to Mel telling me that I could do it if I just kept breathing. If I just gave her 30 minutes of my life. If I just got my head to stop pestering my body and let my muscles work.

I almost threw up. I wanted to cry. I did curse. But I beat my brain. I won. And for that I’m proud.

Fuck Push-Ups — April 10, 2018

Fuck Push-Ups

Just…Fuck’em. They suck. I’m bad at them, I swear, and sweat, and want to give up. But yesterday I did 100 of them.

Not all at once, but still… 100! That’s more push-ups than I’ve done cumulatively in my life before yesterday.

But still. Fuck them.

Yesterday’s WOD

E3MOM – 10 Rounds

  • 15 Kettlebell swings (26#)
  • 10 Push-ups
  • 5 Ring Rows