Step Away From the Cake

This is true after any break. Monday is usually okay, then Tuesday comes and it all falls apart. Luckily I survived and made it to the weekend. The week didn't go exactly as planned, but it was okay. Last Sunday, a coach at Crossfit showed me a new stretch for my back. Well, it ended up throwing my back out completely and putting me out for the whole week. I could not use my left leg for anything except walking on flat ground. I had a hard time sitting on the toilet. Yesterday was the first day back and it is fine now. But that threw a wrench in things for the week. I didn't go to Crossfit or walk the dogs much. But I'm better now and that is all that matters. Today was the last WOD of the open. 15.5 was ugly.... Rowing for calories is no joke. It is harder than you think. RX for me was 45# on the thrusters. I did better than I thought I would, 17:41. Nice. Eating has been pretty darn good. I took my breakfast, lunch, and a snack every day. I did have some snack

I began this week with a plan. A pretty decent plan. Then I forgot the plan. Then I wasn't even close to the plan. Then I got comfortable. Then the week was over. I need to lose some fat, I just haven't been focused enough on it. But I think I've finally figured it out. I've been reading all week and I think people say to not count calories because that is how you build muscle. You can't lose fat and build muscle at the same time. You have to do one or the other and they are two very different processes. It's called bulking and cutting. When bulking you eat a lot and lift a lot to build muscles. When you are cutting you eat in a deficit to reduce your body fat. I get it. I finally really get it. So I need to cut. The thing is, you can't cut forever. You have to cut for a few weeks, then slowly add calories and bulk a little, then reduce your calories and cut again. I understand. All those bits and pieces I've read over all the years finally seem to be c

Today will be spent getting ready for tomorrow. Laundry. Food prep. Shopping. etc. I'm sad but I'm okay with it too. At my last school, returning from a break involved a whole lot of anxiety. With the crazy bitch running the place, you had no idea what you were going to return to. It was a running joke among the staff, who got fired this time??? Thank god the place I'm at now is much more sane. It is run by normal people and returning from break does not cause my blood pressure to rise. I was talking to another ex-employee of the insane asylum and we agreed, when you leave there you suffer from a type of PTSD. Seriously. It took me a good 6 months to realize that the new place was normal and I didn't need to live in fear like before. Insane. Enough of that. Thinking about that place makes me incredibly thankful that I'm out, but also makes me wonder what the f*ck was wrong with me that I stayed 5 years. I was definitely the insane one there. In my defense, I tried