Starting my Crossfit and Weight-loss Journey
Today I am scared of the adventure in which I am embarking on starting Monday. I am 37. (Wow, I didn't realize how scary that would be to say out loud!) I am 9 weeks postpartum after my first child and still have thirty pounds to shed to return to my pre-pregnancy weight. I gained seventy pounds total, mostly fluid-weight, which I lost (the fluid-weight) quickly after having my son. I am exclusively breastfeeding him. I have bad eating habits. I have been relatively inactive since I found out that I was pregnant. Two years ago, I was running, really more like jogging, but my intent was running. I never was fast, but I was slightly faster than a turtle, and it felt good to move. Don't get me wrong, I HATED running. But the improvement that I immediately noticed with my asthma, the slimming effect it had for me, and the ability for me to eat what I wanted had me hooked. I'm not sure why exactly I stopped running; thinking about it now, I can't pinpoint a reason. But I did. Then I got pregnant. I actually miscarried that time at 11 weeks. Four months later, I was pregnant again (on purpose!) and was scared to do ANYTHING that would potentially cause another loss. So I did nothing. Literally. I was working full-time as a nurse during my pregnancy, but my job was a desk job. I sat. All day. Eight hours. Monday through Friday. So, as you can imagine, the weight piled on. Both normal pregnancy weight gain and a whole lot more. So when my little man was born in January, I decided something had to change.
Things have changed. I quit my full-time nursing job to be a full-time stay-at-home mom. I'm attached to my little man, who likes to be breastfed every two hours (except during the night we make it five-six hours). As I said before, I dropped forty pounds of fluid (and an 8lb 10oz baby) almost immediately when my son was born. But these thirty pounds just won't go away! I have an amazing jogging stroller, and my intention was to begin running again. I knew running would help with dropping some weight and improve my asthma. But it is a double-edged sword, as the additional weight has hindered my running ability due to causing knee pain. I know as soon as I drop some of the weight I can pick it back up, which I intend to do!
So I'm sure by now, you're wondering how Crossfit comes into this story. Well, while I was absorbed with self-pity and dealing with the loss of my first pregnancy, my husband found an outlet in Crossfit. My husband (God bless him!) goes to Crossfit about three times a week. He complains constantly about the aches, bruises, cuts and all. But despite it all, he LOVES it. In fact, I would have to say it is an obsession. He has a man-crush on several of the top Crossfit athletes (and some crushes on some of the top girls too, in all actuality) and he has FORCED me to ogle the men as they compete in the Crossfit games. He forced me to, I promise (wink wink). Crossfit is no joke. They do a different workout every day. Some of their workouts are crazy. Flipping tractor tires crazy. But they are FIT. They don't have huge bulging muscles like body-builders. They are functionally fit with all muscle groups working at their prime.
I've secretly been thinking of starting Crossfit for awhile, even though I could never admit it to my husband. Don't get me wrong, he would have been SUPER supportive of the idea. In fact, over-the-top supportive, which is exactly what I didn't want. I didn't want to fail and let him down, or hate it and disappoint him. So I wanted to be sure. Really sure. I finally caved and went to the Box (Crossfit terms for a gym) where my husband goes, to see him do a WOD (Workout of the day). As I suspected, everyone was nice, overly supportive of each other and totally not judgmental. Sickening. I was so hoping (secretly) that it would be the complete opposite and I would have every reason to never step foot back in there! No luck. And then it happened. There were NORMAL people there. I mean, people like me, that didn't fit the whole "athlete" description. They didn't do the workout as prescribed, and did scaled versions...and no one cared or judged them.
I left the box that morning with my husband and I finally confessed my thoughts of joining to him. Just as I expected, he was ecstatic! He said, "I'll go buy you new Crossfit shoes right now if you'll sign up!" It was sweet, but I'm admittedly still afraid of letting him down. I know I NEED to do something to lose this weight. My self-esteem has gone caput and I'm beyond ready to fit in my old jeans. So it's official. I start on-ramp (Crossfit training for beginners to teach correct technique of the different exercises) on Monday, March 14. I'm going to journal daily and would love some encouragement on my journey to lose weight and get in shape. I'm hoping I don't make a fool of myself. I mean, I can't begin to tell you the last time I did a push up, pull up, sit up or jumped a rope. I'm know I'm doomed, but at least I'll look good in my new shoes.