Whole Life Challenge, or This Might Suck
In an effort not to be Forty and Fat, I joined a CrossFit gym about half a year ago. I am not a worker outer, so I was terrified and fairly certain I’d fail at it.
At this particular gym, though, the environment is supportive and the energy is powerful. We cheer for each other. People are genuinely happy when they see each other reach goals. And not once has someone screamed at me a la Jillian Michaels.
So, when the gymsters were all “let’s do a wellness challenge,” my initial reaction was, “fuck you. I love potato chips and beer and naps.”
Then I remembered not wanting to be Forty and Fat. And I’m knocking on 39’s door. So, game on.
Four hours into day one, I had peed five times. And, the cafe I went to for lunch had not one single thing on it that I was allowed to eat.
It’s dinner time on day 1 now and I hate this mother-bitching challenge. I want mozzarella sticks.
But I am hanging in there anyway and I will be blogging my whole first week.
Join me here again tomorrow to hear of my suffering.