PVC Pipe, Squats, and the Making of Me...

I had my first Crossfit workout last night. It was really the Foundations Class in which the trainer shows you all of the exercises and lifts (or almost everything because it's a lot to know) you need to know in order to do Crossfit. And let's just say that even though we weren't lifting much (15 lb bar, PVC pipe, and 12kg Kettlebells), my body is feeling it slightly today. This has also gotten me super pumped to begin. I'm debating on going back today for an actual class or waiting until Thursday. My trainer is booked for the days I could meet with him this week, so I'm on my own. I may have to find another trainer who's more available in the evenings. I love Noah, but he's become so popular that I'm having trouble scheduling sessions. And that is no good for me!

On another note, we are in the final stretches of wedding planning. Cruise is almost paid for. Guests are paid for (or most of them!) and we're deep into the planning of the ceremony. I need to find accessories this weekend in addition to decorations for the wedding site. I am going to have SO many suitcases boarding the ship, they might think I'm staying.

One more thing. I was talking to someone this morning (shout out to Shauna!) and she told me something that I really needed to hear. I have been so focused on being sad, mad, depressed, and busted and disgusted about gaining my weight back. For the most part, it really wasn't anything I could control. Between BC and a severely sprained ankle with no way to work out, what are you gonna do. I could have eaten lettuce all day and still gained what I gained. I know this now for sure. Anyway, back to Shauna...she said yesterday happened. You can't bring it back or change it. That's like running from the killer and looking behind you to see how close he is to you. Then you trip over something and you're dead anyway. Yesterday is gone and there's nothing you can do about it. You can only move on.

And that's what I need to do. It's been really depressing not being able to fit into some of the clothes I like or even liking the way I look in the mirror. But I've got to keep telling myself that it won't always be like this and eventually I will get back to where I was. It might take longer than before (2.5 years) or in 6 months, but it's going to happen. It's in the making!

Stay tuned for more episodes of The Making of Me.