Day 17

Shoeless Joe Jackson

Feeling pretty good. Maybe jeans a little looser? The sun is out and I'm pulling into my gym parking spot with the radio up ready to rock this workout. Grab my phone and grab my B A G....... darn it! There's no way I left that at home! Yes, I did. 

PANIC

I call Emily to vent about this "horrible" situation. How will I work out. I can't handle the stress! She's got a tank and pants that I can use. And a fantastic pair of running shoes in size 11. If I had a vice grip that would work, but when you wear an 8.5, you can't fudge size 11 shoes. I've got 3 minutes until the workout party starts. Shoeless? Sockless? What are my options? That shiny new Scheels sign sings to me and off I sprint. I've decided on way in that I must choose wisely from the clearance rack to justify this in my head. I make a straight shot to shoes and didn't even bump over any elderly people. Size 8.5 has two shoe options: one with weird writing on side and one pair of very bright orange, purple and white shoes that were extra 20% off. We have a winner!

I was feeling nervous if I'd be assigned extra burpees for being late walking in at 12:06, but I think my brightly colored shoes distracted them and they joined in the excitement of new shoes. Emily's clothes were a life-saver and I got in full workout. I found myself staring at my shoes and sort of being proud of myself. Somehow, I was a super-ninja shopper with cool shoes. Cracking deals and getting sh#t done.

Life must be pretty good if a gym bag going AWOL is the worst thing that happened today. I suppose I better return those wicked shoes. Or should I?

Thank goodness for great friends! And a great place to workout! 

#mycpmfamilyrocks

Day 17 = I didn't even mention food today. :)

Day 15

What's Your Poison?

I've had some chronic shoulder pain for over a year. I went to see a physical therapist who was working with me on some exercises to strengthen my shoulder. Going through these movements he asked about what I was eating. When it slipped about my daily diet coke his response was, "you have to quit drinking that crap. It's pure poison for your body!" 

I continued to drink my 3pm Diet Cole daily even though his words continued to ring in my ears.  Pre whole 30, I was rather concerned how i could make I through the day without my BFF, the diet coke. Fast forward 15 days and I don't miss it one bit. I really  think I can be done with that poison for a long time. Aren't you excited?!

I miss cheese
I miss a chilled summer shandy 
I miss baking cookies

Things I thought I would miss and don't on day 15:
Creamer in my coffee
Diet coke
Noodles
Peanut butter

This is truly interesting finding about what is physical and what is mental.
Now, if I could squeeze into a size 6 or 4 after this, that would be rad.

Day 12

Just get through it

This sometimes feels like a workout. Those workouts where you are just hanging on by a thread and telling yourself during the last 5 wall balls. Just finish. Don't stop. Don't slow down. And don't drop it! I am finding this with food, just don't stop, just get through it. 

I don't want to "just get through it" though. I want to take what I'm learning from this and adapt moving forward. Like when I leave a workout and think, I should have pushed harder or lifted heavier. I want to do this right. That mind set of getting through it.... OR instead -making it happen. 

It is so helpful when I've paused for a breath and Annie will say, "Three, two, one - LIFT!" Those words are it. In other words, don't think about it just do it. Those simple words really are it. Just do it. Don't just get through it. DO IT. 

Day 11

Friday night firepit

An unspoken rule in my neighborhood on great evenings. Fire, beer, s'mores and great company. Mine involved all of those things minus beer and a s'more and insurvived! It really wasn't bad.

Warm and gooey marshmallow roasted perfectly, crisp graham cracker and warm chocolate. Why would anyone want to enjoy one of those?

Uff dah

Day 11 - success 

Day 10

Cake

My son's birthday party is this weekend and he's requesting a homemade brownie cake with chocolate frosting and M&Ms on top. This treat is something I would normally slave over and make just perfect for him. Could someone please explain to me how there is anyway I'm not going to shove half of that thing down my throat? Do other people dream about food like me? All this talk is making is anxious. Anxious makes me want to eat. I was hoping week 2 the cravings go away? That business had better break in soon, or I will need a food intervention.

This is hard.

Not burpee hard or thruster box jumps hard, but I am in search for some affirmation tonight that this is worth it. 

I'm missing my food comfort. Maybe that's my peace. Food isn't peace. What is?
Day 10 = hard.

Day 9

Me and the pavement

Today's class workout looked fantastic! I really wanted to be there, but there was something about the prediction of 80 degrees and sun I just couldn't shake. Laced up my Asics and headed out the door. Left my garmin and headphones at home. Just wanted to run and nothing else. What a great feeling to just go and hear your breathing. After the first mile or so, the groove sets in and you can take it all in. 

It was a perfect day and was just what my heart needed.

I really miss cookies. I would really eat one right now. Thank goodness for duct tape.

Day 8

That was INSANE!

There are so many ways to feel good and this month is all about inside. I have to admit this real food does make me feel better inside. I wondered if it was all crazy talk, but starting to believe...

A great workout also makes me feel good. During those 20 minutes of pure insanity today, I may have thought otherwise. Halfway through EMOTM realizing I still had ten rounds to go, I didn't know if it was possible. I wanted to quit, but I can't quit. That nooner group lifts me up and keeps me going, knowing they are all working so hard! It is so motivating to be with a great group and rocking some loud music with coaches encouraging every step!

Afterwards, laying in a pool of sweat I may not have thought so either. Peeling myself off the floor, trying to stand or even stop sweating I wouldn't have thought. But walking out of the gym today with my great Rabbit friend, we looked at each other and said, "That was awesome!!" It truly was!

That workout was amazing and I felt so fulfilled all day afterwards. Along with the perfect proportions of protein, vegetables and fat I am calling Day 8 - SUCCESS!

My happiness