Running, Whole30 Recipes, and More. Whoooopieeeee

So I’m on the final week of Whole30, I feel pretty, pretty good on it! I haven’t seen the kind of dramatic change that a lot of other people have, but I was already Paleo before hand, so maybe that’s why. But I do feel great. No sugars. No cheats. Just real food for 30 days!  I also stopped weighing myself. Let me tell you how scary that is. So I’m not sure if I lost any weight, but I really need to break this reliance on the scale. But I do feel good and nourished on it, so I think I’m going to keep this strict Paleo regime up even after tomorrow. I do think I’ve slimmed down in inches some more- in my arms, legs and face (here’s my original post and starting point, 50 lbs ago), and my friends say they can see the difference- what a wonderful feeling!

Face progression!

The start of the journey

The start of the journey

Beginning of Whole30

Beginning of Whole30


After Whole30

Running! I’m the coordinator now for 2 awesome nights with Running For Brews. Here are my runners- aren’t they fab?


Running is still going well. I still don’t like it, I really don’t. I think it’s the feeling of not breathing, lol. I can now run a mile and almost a half without stopping, and even with intervals, I’ve gotten my 5k time down to around 36 minutes. I know, I know, it’s not great. But the fact that I can run at all without wanting to cry makes me really proud of how far I’ve come. I actually got myself into a size 10 pair of pants comfortably. Instantly, Billy Bob from Varsity Blues started playing in my head.


Almost single digits, baby!

Almost single digits, baby!

Now, while the running is getting better, my CrossFit and lifting is taking a toll. I talked at length with my coach before I started this running routine, and we agreed that I would run to help me break this plateau and finish losing these 25 lbs I still have to lose (I’m estimating on the actual pounds…since I stopped weighing myself, I’m going off of how I look and how my clothes fit). Once I hit my weight loss goal, then I’ll be back to a full on CrossFit routine. To help keep my strength up, I’ve been just lifting on running days, which has helped. The days I go to CrossFit, I do moderate weight and focus on my form. But the running has helped my endurance like you would not believe. So I’m thankful for what it is doing, but I miss being a hardcore CrossFit cult….err….athlete. I’ll continue running after I hit my weight loss goal since the group of people I’ve met through RFB have been so awesome, but I will definitely get back to focusing on building muscle.

Which brings me to my next chapter- I’m starting the Advocare 24 Day Challenge on Monday. Everyone from the Box has been doing it, and having ridiculous results, so I figured I might as well try it too. I’ll document with before pictures on Monday, which will be day 1. There are about 30 of us doing it, and there’s money on the line, so you better believe I’m

Yep. I CrossFit with some mighty fine people.

Yep. I CrossFit with some mighty fine people.


Anyway, since I’m just about done with Whole30, I figured I would share some recipes that got me through. They were all super tasty, and went a long way. I use Sunday’s as my food prep day because I just don’t have time now that I have all of these things going on. So, if you’re thinking of trying a Whole30, and don’t want to spend your life cooking, here are some go-to’s that really made a difference.


Main Dishes


Whole30 Picadillo from The Primal Food Blog

Guys, I freaking love me some Cuban food. Like no joke. There’s a place in Sarasota called Jose’s Real Cuban Food that looks like it’s going to fall down any moment (no, really, there’s a 2×4 holding up the ceiling) but the minute they slide Taste of Cuba in front of me, I cry. Happy little tears.

So when I found this recipe for Picadillo, and coupled it with the Crockpot, I was in Whole30 HEAVEN. I boiled up some yucca and poured this over said yucca with some sliced, sauteed plantains. It was good eating for DAYS.


Garlic Pork by PaleoOMG

I made this again in the Crockpot. Can we see a pattern emerging? I just find pork to be so versatile, buying a pork loin and tossing in a Crockpot to marinate and cook down to total tender loveliness is my jam. I ate this with sauteed plantains, roasted broccoli, roasted brussel sprouts and asparagus.

Smokey Chicken Thighs by Our Paleo Life

Chicken thighs are cheap. Even the farm fresh kind. I was pretty amazed and I’m also cheap, so when I found this recipe I decided to try ’em out. I did go with boneless though, because I’m lazy and I just wanted to tear into them. But again, they’re cheap, and they go far, so this was a great meal to make.

Once they were fully cooked, I removed the bacon and finished it off in a pan because I found it was too mushy for my taste. Coupled these with caulimash and roasted asparagus and it was food porn.


Fully Loaded Citrus Marinaded Chicken with Chipotle Mayo by PaleOMG

This is, like, my favorite meal even when I’m not on Whole30. I can’t get enough of the dang chipotle mayo. I always make my own (I can’t ever find Sir Kensington’s or whatever his name is) but for this, I used just a mix of chipotle spices instead of the Adobo sauce because of sugar.


 Spicy Shepherd’s Pie Chorizo Meatloaf

Another meal I love dearly, and that LJLD loves too, so it’s a win win. This time though, I had to nix the chorizo, again for the sugar, but I spiced it up with Mexican spices to give it some zing. That PaleOMG lady, she knows her stuff

Creamy Broccoli, Cauli and Sweet Potato Soup, Featuring Bacon

Ok so this one is a recipe I dreamed up in my head. If someone else has created it, my bad, I didn’t copy off of you. I literally had broccoli, cauliflower and sweet potatoes chillin’ in the fridge that needed to be eaten. so I decided to whip up a soup. It was raining here in Florida and rainy days always make me want soup. So there you go. And I didn’t take a picture so you’ll just have to imagine the goodness of this really filling soupettysoup.

5 cups of homemade chicken stock

2 cans of full fat coconut milk

2 heads of broccoli, separated, cut down to florets

2 heads of cauliflower, separated, cut down to florets

2 cups of white onions

2 sweet potatoes, peeled and cubed

10 pieces of bacon, fried and crumbled

1 tbsp of Kerrygold butter

2 tbsp of minced garlic

2 tbsp oregano

2 tbsp thyme

1 tsp salt

1 tsp black pepper


First I sauteed the onions in the butter until they were fragrant and brown in the bottom of a large kettle. Then I added the garlic and let that get super fragrant. In the same kettle, I poured in the chicken stock, the coconut milk, one head of broccoli florets, and one head of cauliflower florets, along iwth the oregano, thyme, salt and pepper. I like all of that simmer down for about 30 minutes. Then I took my immersion blender and blended everything up into a nice, thick consistency. Then I added my remaining broccoli, cauli, the sweet potatoes and the bacon, and let the soup simmer on low for another 30 minutes, until everything was nice and tender. It easts like a stew, lasts awhile and tastes like unicorns are parading on your tongue.

The answer is always yes.

The answer is always yes.


Breakfast Hash

Again, another recipe I concocted based on the ingredients I had in my house. I like sleep. A lot. And I don’t necessarily like getting up all the time to make breakfast. If I can get that extra 5 minutes in the morning, I will. So I made this hash a few times to let me stay in dreamy land longer.

1 lbs grassfed ground beef

6 eggs

1 cup of diced white onions

1 sweet potato, peeled and diced

2 tbsp Cinnamon

First, brown your onions and your sweet potato, until the onions are tender and fragrant and the sweet potato is soft. In a separate pan, brown your ground beef, and drain if needed. Combine the onions, sweet potato and ground beef. Whisk all 6 eggs and the cinnamon in a bowl, and then pour over the hash. Cook until the eggs are at your desired level of done-ness and boom. You got breakfast, baby.


So there you go. What I ate for my main meals during this Whole30!

Things I missed? Freaking treats. And alcohol, I’m not going to lie. A glass of wine, or cider or a craft brew. I missed those things. Oh man, especially with all the pumpkin ales coming out. Could anything be better than pumpkin season? No, for real. I know that beer isn’t Paleo by any way, shape or form, but I’m lucky that my body tolerates it pretty well. And I don’t drink it that much. I’m so far past the point of slamming brews. Now I enjoy a beer like I do a glass of wine….I try to taste all the flavors in it and appreciate the craft.





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The Games and Whole30

You guys.  I am totally geeking out right now. I stayed in almost this entire weekend when there was no rain and the weather was hot (which I love). Coulda gone to the beach. Coulda gone to Disney. Coulda gone to the pool. But nope, I ran home and watched The Games. And do I regret that? NOPE.

This is my first time paying attention to The Games. This time last year, I had just started working out and CrossFit terrified me, so I didn’t really understand the competition.

This year, The Games have been the perfect reminder of why I started, how much I love it, and why I’ve stuck with it. I have so, so much work to do, but I know I wouldn’t have gotten this far EVER if it weren’t for the people- the coaches and my fellow athletes. I’m still not particularly awesome at it, but I’ll get there- I’m confident in that, again, because of the people. The athletes that competed in this year’s Games were the true personification of good sportsmanship, and their camaraderie can teach us all something about ourselves as human beings.

I hope the people who are the biggest naysayers of CrossFit watched at least some of the Games, and seeing that when taught right (like at CFTB) CrossFit is beautiful., but the community that surrounds it is the most beautiful thing about it.

Congrats to Camille and Rich! The Fittest on Earth!


Whole 30 update:

Thank god for Club Soda. No joke. We did venture out for some dinner last night after The Games wrapped and it was a place on the beach with a really good 2 man band. we sat and watched the sunset and normally I would have a cider or a beer but obviously I couldn’t. So instead I got club soda with lime. It felt like I was drinking a cocktail, even though I wasn’t. I even started tricking my brain into thinking its Sprite. It kind of works. Almost.

But really, it hasn’t been too bad at all. Last week’s meals were relatively the same: eggs, bacon and avocado for breakfast. Shredded chicken, with sweet potato and broccoli for lunch, and pretty much the same thing for dinner. I knew I would get bored with that, so i did some research and I was an absolute beast in the kitchen today. I made:

  • Mofongo
  • Shredded chicken
  • Whole 30 approved Picadillo
  • Caulirice
  • Maduros
  • PaleOMG’s Chorizo meatloaf shepherd’s pie, without the chorizo or the adobo sauce because of the sugar
  • guacamole
  • Boiled yucca

Yep, I went nuts, but I won’t get bored this week.

The things I miss most are the sweets, even though they’re Paleo. I can’t even have a sweet potato brownie right now, or a scoop of paleo ice-cream. And since it’s a temperature of Satan’s balls outside, that kinda sucks.

But this morning the scale read 171. So I think I’ll keep it up!


Someone asked me what my workout schedule looks like, so I’ll post it below. Have a great week everyone!


This weeks workout schedule looks as so:

Monday and Tuesday

Day: Lifting or WOD

Night: Running for Brews


Night: WOD and then Lift


Day: Lift or Wod

Night: Running for Brews


Day: Lifting

Night: WOD


Active recovery




The Games, Running, and Whole30

You guuuysssssss. It’s time for THE GAMES! I’ve been watching at work, keeping a teeny tiny web window open in the bottom corner so I can see what’s going on. I’ve been so impressed with the masters group. These people are over 60 and they’d kick my butt all over the place. It’s just so amazing to watch these people, at any age, just be complete masters of their bodies. Really. I am awed and humbled.

So I’m ashamed to admit that I haven’t spent nearly as much time in the box lately as I should. I did go to a fabulous snatch clinic put on by my coach Sam and I have to say, she was super stellar in getting back to basics. My snatch has never looked so good. I’m really getting into lifting. I love it so. I love feeling strong and like I could look at everyday appliances and know I could lift them above my head. But I also need to get better across the board, and that’s what brought me to running.

Ugh, running. My arch nemesis. The thing I hate most in this world. I just wanted to not hate it anymore. Everyone else gets to run in pretty shoes and get blasted with colored something or other, and put little stickers on their cars, and I wanted to do that too. Plus I really think that adding more cardio will help me with the WOD’s. So we joined a new group called Running For Brews, where basically we run a 5k and then drink after. My friend Jess is an avid runner who does interval running, and I thought that would be a good way to get introduced to longer distances- and it totally was. We were pulling down a 5k of 2 minutes running, 1 minute walking at first around 40 minutes, and now we’ve got it down to about 35-37. In a month’s time, running 3 times a week. I didn’t think that was too bad, eh? She tried to kill me on Tuesday and ran super fast, and after about mile 2 I started to cramp on my side, so I slowed it down for a little while, but still came in under 40. So score. I have, however, signed up for 2 5k’s thus far, and I plan to have more in my future. One is the Flavor Run, here in Tampa in September. I even got my momma to sign up and do it with me. I’m pretty excited to share the experience with her. I also signed up for the Disney Princess 5k in February. And you best believe I am rocking a tiara for that shit.


I also wanted to see if running would help spur some weight loss. I’ve just been stuck. First I was stuck around 185 for a few months. Now I’m hovering at 176 (so yay, 9 lb weight loss!). Even after a month of running and CrossFit. And it’s just not happening. So I made the decision to try Whole30. No alcohol, no paleofied treats. For 30 days. I mean, really in the scheme of things, this shouldn’t be hard. But why is it that the second you restrict yourself, you can’t stop thinking of everything you can’t have? I think the worst part about this is that we decided to cut out coffee too. Oh, my beloved coffee, I miss you so much already. The thing I like about Paleo is that I never really felt restricted because there’s always a Paleo version of something I’m craving (like these sweet potato brownies, HELLOOOO).  But this is some serious stuff. So far, I’m 3 days in and I haven’t really hurt for anything. Now, I still have a long way to go, but at the same time, it’s only 27 more days. I can tell you though, when it’s over, sweet potato brownies are in my future. But I’m hoping to feel as amazing as everyone describes feeling when it’s all said and done. I guess we shall see.


Ok peeps. I am beat and I have to go to the dermatologist tomorrow to get some moles checked out. If I have to get any removed I’ll be out of commission for almost 2 weeks, and that totally bums me the heck out. But let’s put some positive thoughts out there that nothing gets taken!


Gnite, chaps!

365 Days. Plus 4. Whoopsie

Hi kids. It’s been a really long time, and for that, I am super sorry. Not that anyone is really waiting on me to post anything, but still, I owe it to this blog and to myself to keep updating. I started a new job, started running, it became summer- you know, all the usual excuses. But now I’m starting to find balance again, and boom, I’m back! I really needed to write a post anyway, because I’m at my one year anniversary of getting my ass off the damn couch and doing something. One whole year! Besides the fact that now that I’m in my 30’s, time is just flying by at ridiculous speeds, I can not believe it’s been a year. Really, it’s been a year of living. I haven’t been going to CrossFit for a year yet, but exercise is exercise, ya know?   So a year I think, is best told in pictures.

First pic

First pic

Boom. That was the picture I took of myself the night before I set foot in the gym. Do I look unhappy? Uhhhh, yeah. I was. super unhappy (The horrendous hair day I was having probably didn’t help. Note I’m a blonde here…this post should also shed light on my yearly hair color cycle). I had enough of being like this, of getting winded easily, of hiding from people that knew me for more than a few years. I was freaking over it. So I sucked it up, buttercup, and made LJLD go to the gym with me. I think at that point if you had asked me if I would rather feel the way I felt when I was on the treadmill, or watch Michigan Football clips, I’d choose the treadmill.  Ok bad example….umm….treadmill or have my eyes poked by sporks, I’d have chosen the sporks. God it was so hard. I hated it so much, but dude did I feel better when I got off that thing. And it became an addiction.

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One month and 15 lbs down

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Cruisin’ with my Florida BFF and having a damn good time. (Still blonde)

And then, I found CrossFit. Lovely, beautiful CrossFit with it’s sweat angels and waddling and bruises and ‘Oh my god KILL ME’ moments. And the rest is history.

My first CrossFit photo!

My first CrossFit photo!


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Hanging out in Puerto Rico, November 2013. My clothes were way too big, SCORE! (Oh hey there, big red…)


Another cruise with my fraaaaand in January 2014, and yet, another hair color. (We will call this color rust…aka trying to go brown but the red won’t get the eff out)

Getting ready to lift what was a heavy deadlift at the time. February 2014

Getting ready to lift what was a heavy deadlift at the time. February 2014

Wall walks in April! I was just so glad to do it....

Wall walks in April! I was just so glad to do it….(Kinda brownish here)


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Being Fancy in May. You already know. And back to blonde

And here's where I am today.

And here’s where I am today. Blonde.

So there you go. That’s a very small snippet of a journey that’s still not over. I’ve been really bad about taking measurements and things like that, but I think the photos do a pretty stellar job of documenting my progress. I have wanted to give up so many times, you have absolutely no idea. I’ve wanted to sit down on that couch again and stuff my face full of pizza (ok, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do that every now and then), but I just wanted to stay down and stuff my face. I’ve been tired, and cranky, and PMSing, and just over it, but I went anyway. I went for the great people I’ve met at my box, I went for my husband who reaches his hand all the way around my waist, or says things like ‘I can barely see you now’, I go for my parents who loved me enough to never say anything to me about how I had gained, and I go for me. Because at almost 32, I’ve found a real determination to not be the fat girl in my friend’s wedding photos.

A year ago, I was struggling on the treadmill for 20 minutes. I would cover up the timer with a towel so I wouldn’t have to see how long I had to be in agony. I dreaded the gym and the sweat and the feeling of being completely out of shape. Even though I was determined, and I was there 6 days a week, I still hated it. Now my social life and my fun revolves around working out. I’m at CrossFit 4-5 days a week, and that’s become my social circle. I don’t know if I would have stuck to all of this like I had if it weren’t for community I’ve found there.

I also am now running 3-4 days a week because I still have a pesky 20lbs or so to get off- mostly in my stomach and arms. But I needed some more cardio in my routine.   But in running I’ve found community too with a group of people in a club called ‘Running For Brews‘, which basically means we run, and then we drink beer together and talk about our run- it’s awesome. But no joke, I’m a member of a running group. A RUNNING GROUP. And not only am I in a running group, tomorrow starts the first day that I’m running (get it, mua ha ha!) the group on Monday’s. Like holy shit, who have I become!? Who is this girl pulling her husband off the couch to freaking RUN? Who’s this girl that’s skipping mani/pedi lunch hours to get in a double session of lifting? Who is this girl that is completely GEEKING out over these beautiful, glorious lifting shoes (In Ohio State colors, no less- boom shackalaaaaacka!)?



Well, what do you know. It’s me. Hell yes, it’s ME.


Again, you have to love yourself no matter what. And I really did, but I just didn’t love the package that I was in. And I didn’t love how doing every day things was a struggle. I just didn’t want to live like that anymore. So I’m not. I’ve still got a long way to go, but my goals have changed. I am now obsessively bugging my coach Sam to start training me in Olympic lifting. I want to lift some heavy things above my head. And pop my hips, let’s not lie. I love a good hip thrust. But I don’t want to be skinny anymore, like I thought I wanted when I started this journey. I now want to be a total bad ass. See goal wall picture for proof:

Goal Wall

Goal Wall

So here we go again, another 365 days on the horizon, and I’m super excited to see what this has to bring.  Just as long as it brings Doritos.

Next Up:

Whole30 and the Advocare 24 Day Challenge



Start weight:217

Current weight: 175 lbs

Amount of muscle added: A shit ton

1st deadlift: 65 lbs

Current deadlift: 250 lbs

1st power clean: 35 lbs

Current power clean: 110 lbs

Running: Slow as IE 7

Running: still slow as IE 7 but I’m doing 3 5k’s a week

Pull ups Starting: Blue band the size of a tractor belt

Pull ups now- the purple band, which is the second smallest. A real pull up is coming….I promise!

Gains: more than you could ever know.

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Beauty in the strangest places

Aren’t my girls gorgeous? These right here say RX weight deadlifts. I love them. They make me feel like a badass. They make me feel alive. They make me want more.


What’s wrong with me? 😀

So good news, I finally broke 185, down to 181. FINALLY. If that’s not motivating, then I don’t know what is. Come on big ol’ 170’s!

So my progress check in:

– I can do pull-ups with just the green band pretty consistently now. I’m going to try to move down to purples here in the next 2 weeks or so

– I am killing it on regular pushups. I somehow find hand release pushups much easier than regular. Does anyone else feel that way? I did 49 HR pushups in 3 minutes yesterday.

– My deadlift PR was 245 on Saturday

– I’m cleaning 100lbs pretty easily, so this Saturday I’ll be working on adding more weight. I also want to start adding more to my snatch. I’ll be working that at noon tomorrow!

High Fives All Around


Hey y’all! It’s been a little while since I’ve checked in. I’ve had some highs. I’ve had some lows. And right now I’m in a low that I can’t seem to shake. The scale still isn’t budging, and I had some douche trying to tell me that I was eating at maintenance. Dude, if I am at maintenance for what I eat, I’m seriously in trouble. I still have about 40lbs to go and short of starving myself, it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.
See? Man I am in a funk.


For once, CrossFit isn’t shaking it either. Because I know as soon as I leave the box, back to reality. Don’t you hate that? There’s not enough CrossFit or liquor in the world to cure a serious funk. There might be enough chocolate….hmm, maybe I’ll make some paleo brownies? Nope. No no no.


Today we did a crazy amount of wall balls and I got high fives like 4 or 5 times. Why is it so hard to catch that dang ball? It’s not like it’s small or anything, and I’m standing still beneath it, but it’s hard.  I did however find it easier to get my foot in the band for pull ups today, and my 2 band combo is starting to get way too easy- like no resistance at all, so I think it’s time to go single-banded. It’s only taken me…ummm….7 months? I will get to no bands by the end of this year. That’s one of my goals.

Speaking of goals, Sam painted (well, she made her husband paint) chalkboard paint on a wall and deemed it the Goal Wall. We were all to write a goal on there that we want to achieve. I have so many, I have no idea where to start. Get in a bikini without making people puke up their beer. Deadlift my husbands weight. Get really, really ridiculously good at Oly. Not suck at running. Not suck at cardio anything. To keep up. To not be afraid to walk in the door. The list goes on and on. I didn’t want to take up too much room (though once you give me a big ass box of chalk and a blank wall, all bets are off. I am a child. I really am) so I basically summed it up like this:

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Today I added to it: To Lift Heavy Shit. Yeah, that sounds about right.


What are your goals, peeps? What is CrossFit to you and what do you want to get out of it? This is soooooooo fetch.


Happy birthday, Mean Girls, even though I was already 21 when you came out and I never saw you until I was 28….and I don’t like LiLo…but happy birthday anyway.

I’m About to Make My Scale a Pair of Concrete Golashes

Happy Easter y’all. LLD (If you’re new here, that stands for Lumberjack Lookin’ Dude, my husband) and I live without a lot of family nearby, so it was a pretty regular Sunday for us. I went to my first fitness home, YouFit for a little running. I wanted to see if I could run a 5k on the treadmill- and holy moly wouldn’t you know it- I did it. I did it in about 33 minutes, and I wasn’t even breathing hard. My legs more or less gave out on me this time and when I got off the treadmill I couldn’t feel them. I was like Olaf from Frozen ‘I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGGGGSSSSS!’. Now I know this is the treadmill and it’s not the same as outside because it propels you and blah blah blah. But no kidding y’all, I was struggling with the couch to 5k program just a few months ago. I didn’t think that I’d be able to ever run 33 minutes non stop EVER. But I did it. I was watching Cinderella when I was running, so that was an even bigger plus. ABC Family is having a major princess marathon, so they had Cindy on this morning, and last night my wild Saturday was full of Little Mermaid and Tangled. We actually had a good conversation about Little Mermaid on Facebook last night,  like why wouldn’t Ariel write Eric a note to explain the sitch with that calamari feast Ursula? And who the hell let her get married at 16? Anyway, I digress….

While I was running today I was thinking about something I always said when I was in my 20’s- that I was looking forward to 30 because I figured life would be quiet and have settled down by 30. Now here I am, 31, and I wouldn’t say life has settled down (and I don’t want it to), but I realized something: I’m actually myself. My early to mid 20’s were about trying to figure life out. In my late 20’s I started to find me, and now at 31 I’ve come to complete acceptance and comfort. I’m not struggling internally with who I’ve become, I’m embracing it, and starting to really live the life I was meant to live. Even though I may not want the same things as others, I’ve come to learn it’s ok. No matter what anyone wants, as long as it makes you happy, it’s ok. There is a ridiculous amount of happiness and contentment that comes with this. I’m still going to explore and adventure and try my best to live the hell out of this life I was given, but now I’m doing it with a a sound understanding of what makes me tick and what I want out of it. In the words of my homegirl Elsa (I’m now listening to Frozen. And I don’t care. Hashtag no shame)- ‘It’s time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through. No right, no wrong, no rules for me. I’m free’.

So now it’s time to get my body to match how I’m feelin’ on the inside. And by every indication, I should be getting closer and closer. There’s just one problem.

The scale.

That piece of rhinoceros excrement refuses to let me get out of a number plateau that I’ve been at since CHRISTMAS. Yeah, like 4 months ago. I was so close to the 170’s at Christmas, I could almost taste it. Or not taste it, I guess, for the sake of this topic. But then something happened and I just stopped going down. I am in a constant state of flux between 187lbs and 181lbs. I track what I eat on the reg to make sure I’m not going nuts with my almonds and cashews (PUN!) and other Paleo deliciousness, and even with my cheat meals (or days, who are we kidding?), I’m not consuming so many calories that I would gain 6 lbs and then lose it. That’s just ridiculous. But still, it’s the most frustrating thing ever. When we are judged at the doctors, in the media, by our health insurance for that damn number on that even damneder scale, not seeing it at a healthy digit is disheartening. Why is it that we let ourselves feel good or bad based on a number? When we’re all different human beings with different genetic makeups, why do we let a uniform reading get us down? Why is there so much emphasis on a number? One of my friends is 160 pounds, has a stomach as flat as 4 day old pop, and can run circles around just about anyone. But her insurance wants to charge her more because they’re calculating her BMI on her weight, and thus her overall health. How craptastic is that? We really need to take a hard look at what constitutes healthy in this country, from food to health indicators. I mean, there is not an ounce of fat on this girl, but because of a number, she’s almost considered unhealthy for her height. Does anyone else see the BS in this, or is it just me?

We’ve all heard the same thing- we shouldn’t be using it as the only indicator of success, but it’s so hard not to. When it is starting to get me down though, I try to focus on the good that I’ve seen, measurements, milestones, progress. This week I had some milestones- I got through a WOD from hell without dying- score. Yesterday I went to open gym and my one and only love CFTB where I PR’d my back squat at 155#- Score. LLD was watching this happen- double score. I PR’d my power clean at 85# with 15 reps- GOOOOAAAAALLLLLLLLL with Coach Sam making sure my form was stellar (by the way, she is ridiculously fast with snatches, and pretty much every other OLY lift. Don’t believe me? Check out these videos and see for yourself. It’s amazing). And my size 12 jeans are starting to get a little loose (PS- why the hell can’t all pants be the same size and FIT THE SAME DAMN WAY?). So that’s all wonderful, and I’m super happy about this progress. My stomach even deflated some this week, so now I look about 14 weeks pregnant, as opposed to 5 months, and my arm is becoming a pretty solid mass of muscle.  PROGRESS!  

I just want it to all match up. The weight, the clothes, the badassery. I want all things to come together to equal one fit me. And while I’m trying to not let it get me down, I would love to take my scale out to a nice seafood dinner, and then never call it again.

Dorothy Mantooth is a saint!

If you know what that’s from, you get 2 points.

Bringing Up the Rear

Today. Ohhhhh, today. I don’t know why we call them Manic Monday’s, it should really be Terrible Tuesday. I think that Mondays find us all comatose from the weekend and not really in the mood to do business. So then that brings Tuesday, when we all go ‘oh shit, I didn’t do anything yesterday, I better get on it today’. And that’s what brings you Terrible Tuesday.

Thank sweet baby Jesus for CrossFit.


It really has become my outlet. When I’m stressed, there’s CrossFit. When I’m pissed, there’s CrossFit. When Lumberjack Lookin’ Dude is driving me insane, there’s CrossFit. It makes me super awesome to be killing what my coaches serve up for me.

Today though, I did not kill it. I didn’t even come close to killing it. I finished last.

I know a lot of people are afraid to start because they think they’ll be terrible at it, and everyone will make fun of them, they’ll embarrass themselves amongst all the hard bodied athletes that adorn the box mats. What if I can’t do it? What if I come in last, and everyone is staring at me, and I look like an idiot?

I’ll tell you what happens.

First, let me tell you about my recent CrossFit promotion. Our box practices OPT training, which (to save you the long story) just means that we are broken into different groups (read more about OPT training here) that do different exercises. It’s meant to help us master movements and techniques, and then start moving you up to harder things to make you stronger, faster, better. Last week, I got moved up from Fitness (the starter level) to Being (the mid level). This is pretty terrifying because I was getting comfortable in Fitness. I felt like I had so much more to work to do and master before I ever even considered getting moved up to Being. Remember, I was the 217 lb chick trying desperately to keep up, jumping rope with an imaginary rope just 6 months ago. I didn’t think I was ready. My coaches, however, thought differently.

So here I am in Being, terrified to now be in a group of the people that I stared at, like a creeper, with my mouth open in amazement. They’re good y’all. Like G-O-O-D. So now a whole new level of insecurity rises because I can’t yet do toes-to-bar, rope climbs and pull-ups- all things that this group does on the reg.


Me, creepin’ on the Beings feats of strength

Fast forward to today’s WOD that involved lots of running, bear crawls and burpee pull-ups. Yeah, you heard me right- burpees with PULL-UPS. Um, shit? Shitty shit shit. First, I know I’m going to run behind because I am the world’s slowest runner. No joke, I showed our friends how I run this weekend and they thought I was kidding.  Granted, they’re marathon runners, but still. I may have also been slightly (or a lotly) inebriated when I was demonstrating, but the principle is the same: I’m slow. Bear crawls I can do, but how the hell was I going to do burpees that ended in a pull-up when I CAN’T DO A FREAKING PULL-UP? I have to use a band in order to get this bodacious bod up over that bar- how the hell was this going to work?

This is where scaling comes in. I think before, when I was in Fitness, I would have scaled down to do ring rows. They’re not child’s play- ring rows are no joke and man do they work a ton of muscles. But your goal is to get to strict pull-ups. So I figured I would easily scale it down to a burpee and a ring row (see, there are options!)

Coach Sam wasn’t having it. She wanted me to push myself, and even though my time was going to suck major nuts, she wanted me to get the pull-ups with a band in. Here comes the mental tantrum- Whhhhaaaat? Whhyyy???? Noooooooooooooo. Dammit, dammit, dammit! I hoped she would cave after looking at my overly dramatic faces of exasperation, but she just shook her head and depleted my soul. Just kidding, she didn’t really deplete my soul, but I turned with my puppy dog eyes, to get set up for my WOD thinking of how I could fall and make it look like I slipped and sprained my ankle on ‘accident’.

Oh man- This WOD sucked. My time, did in fact, suck. It was Hoover bad. No, no…it was DYSON bad. Yeah. Yeah. Things just got serious when I go busting out a Dyson.  I have a hard time getting my unbendy hips to get my foot up in the band, so every time I did a burpee, I had to struggle like a little baby turtle trying to turn over to get my foot up and do a pull-up. I was leaving for my last run when the group was coming back in for theirs. I knew I was going to be last and started to mildly panic with the pace of my feet on the pavement. Everyone is going to be watching. Everyone is going to see me struggle. I ran back in, with everyone wrapping up their rep and turning to face me. I dropped down to a bear crawl and I had cheers all around. I dragged myself off the ground to do my remaining burpees and I had a whole group of people around me. Not one person was laughing at me. Or looking at me like I sucked. Or that  I didn’t belong. My coaches were there, my fellow 4:30ers were there, my other box mates were there, counting down my burpees and to salvation- the end of this effing WOD. When I finally hit that last- HALLELUJAAAHHHHHHH- pull-up I had fist bumps all around. I had compliments about my consistent pace, my sexy bear crawl, and the fact that I did my pull-ups with a smaller resistance band than I ever have before.


Today I was last. Tomorrow it will be someone else. The day after that, it could be me again. Regardless of who finishes last or who puts up the least reps, the outcome is still the same- a community of support that makes you feel like a rockstar even when you were the triangle player at the back of the band. So please, don’t be afraid to be the last to finish. It actually makes you feel the best about yourself.


Check out this sexist bullshit.

Check out this sexist bullshit.

What Goes Through My Mind During a WOD- And Before I Get To It



Hey everyone- happy Sunday! I wish I could report that I was super productive and stayed on a strict paleo, healthy diet this weekend, but I would be lying through my teeth. Like a little kid who tells you he didn’t pick your flowers but is holding the bouquet in his hand lying. There’s a couple that Lumberjack lookin’ dude and I hang out with a lot. We go on cruises together frequently (yes, frequently. DINKlife, baby), but because I’m venturing out on my own we don’t have a lot of extra cash hanging around, so we decided to have a fake interim cruise at their house near the pool. We also carried on the tradition of drinking ourselves silly and eating things we know we’ll regret. So of course, now I’m regretting it. But the difference is that I’m regretting it, not beating myself up over it. The fact of the matter is that I eat ridiculously healthy 85% of the time, so if I spend one weekend desperately holding onto my fleeting youth- so be it. It was fun, we had a great time, and we made memories.

As I’m sitting here on this lovely Sunday (it really was a BEAUTIFUL day) I’m catching up on my pinning. I keep seeing this one pin popping up in my fitness search: The Five Emotional Stages of CrossFit. It’s a pretty good read, so give it a shot. And it’s pretty true, her 5 emotional stages. It made me reflect on mine, so I figured I would share them with you. If you’re just starting out, one phase may last longer than another, and it’s totally fine. It takes a long time to get past prolonged feelings of dread and pain, but you will get there, I promise.     So anyway- my stages of a WOD, and what I’m thinking through it:

1. Oh snap! The new WOD is posted!

This is what I think when I get the email that CFTB has posted a new WOD. I get my email on my phone (does anyone not anymore?), and it doesn’t matter what I’m doing or where I’m at- I will drop EVERYTHING to read that WOD. You should probably make sure you don’t hand me your baby between the hours of 7-9PM, because that’s usually when it gets posted, and I will drop your child to get to that post. Sorry, but I HAVE to know what it says. I am filled with anticipation as my link loads: Will I be able to do it? Is there going to be a lot of running? How scary is this going to be? Will I look like an idiot? Did I do laundry? I’m really not sure if I have clean yoga pants. I need to buy some new yoga pants. That reminds me, they’re having a big sale at Old Navy, I can get them cheap. Oooo they have new sundresses! No no, focus Tricia, focus. Oh crap, here it comes….the link is loading….please don’t be running, PLEAAASE don’t be running….

2. Ok, I got this!

I seem to get a little too overconfident for some reason sometimes when I read the WOD. 12 rounds for time of 50 air squats with 30 burpees and 15 thrusters at 145 lbs? I’ll do all of that, PLUS bake a cake. A PALEO cake. I usually carry this feeling through the night, especially when I’m trying to prove to Lumberjack lookin’ dude that my WOD is not only harder than his, I can do it better than he can. We’re a tad bit competitive.

3. I don’t think I can do this.

This is the feeling I get when I walk into the box, and I’m watching the class before me peel themselves off the ground, leaving sweat angels in their wake. Oh the pain, the PAIN they must have endured to produce those glistening body puddles! If they just sweated that much, and they’re laid out on the floor, and they’re in MUCH better shape than I am, there’s no way I can do this.

4. I am never, ever, EVER doing this EVER AGAIN

This train of thought brings us to the title of this post. I think some of the most brutal thoughts you can think at yourself come during the workout. Your muscles are going to be burning. You’re going to be gasping for air. You’re probably going to feel like puking. There’s a sinking feeling I get as I watch the countdown clock tick down 10 seconds, and I’m staring 12 minutes of nonstop movement in the face. As a dwindling overweight girl, the idea of having to move constantly is daunting. I used to look for any reason I could to either move minimally or not at all. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to. I just didn’t want anyone to notice the struggle that came with moving. The heavy breathing, the sweating, the desperate acting job I’m putting on to hide the fact that I can’t move like my cohorts.

And now I have to keep going, under the watchful eye of my coach, the people waiting for our class to finish, those hanging back from their earlier class. Usually WODS require a repetition of movements after circuits. We call them reps. And a lot of times the reps either have to be completed in a certain amount of time, or as fast as you can. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve completed a rep, with 10 more minutes on the clock, or 6 more reps in front of me, and I’ve thought ‘I can’t do this. I am NEVER doing this again’. It seems so daunting, to complete these reps and all the exercises ahead of me. I’m sure that my legs or my arms or my back are going to give up, and I’m going to be hunched over that trashcan in the corner, puking up everything I’ve eaten that day.  I am cursing myself out, cursing my thighs out, cursing my 25 year old self for eating all those damn cookies to the point that I need to be here, in this moment right now,  cursing my decision making, cursing the fact that I made a goal to be in a bikini by July. As I’m doing all of this, I’m also certain-  I know for a FACT- that I am not coming back tomorrow, and I just don’t know if I’m going to come back at all that week. I’m going to be too tired, too sore, too putyourexcusehere to come back tomorrow. Definitely NOT coming back.

But the crazy thing is that as I’m thinking all of these things, I’m still moving. I’m still going, I’m still completing the reps, and the next thing I know, there’s 3 minutes on the clock, or 2 reps left…then there’s a minute of work left, and as my coach is saying to me, I can do anything for a minute, right? And I do it. I complete it. I just made those X amount of minutes, those X amount of reps my bitch. And now I’m laying on the mat, making the prettiest little sweat angel you ever did see. Which brings me to stage 5….

5. 7PM: WHERE IS THE WOD??????????????????????????????


I think this is a common theme with CrossFitters, and those of use that work out in a group. The important thing that I have to try to remember to tell myself, is that no matter what is on that list, I can do it. And if I can’t do it exactly as RX’d (as it’s written), it’s ok. My coaches will make sure that I’m doing something that’s both safe and conducive to my bikini in July lofty goals. Every second that you’re moving, every time that you’re staring at that kettlebell, hands on your hips, gathering the courage to bend down and pick it up and swing it above your head in a hip thrust that would intimidate Ron Jeremy, you’re letting your new self win. And that’s the best emotional stage you can possibly hit.


I don’t think I could be more touched and appreciative of the comments and messages I’ve gotten from people all over the place since I posted that post last night. Seriously, you guys warm my heart. It’s also been incredibly awesome to have people reach out asking if they could do CrossFit, or saying that they’re now considering it because of what I wrote. That right there, that’s the whole entire reason for my post, for this blog, for putting it out there. So people can see that you can have a trunk the size of a 19-whateveryeartrunkswerereallybig Buick full of junk, and still do it. I wouldn’t lie about it, I have nothing to gain from getting someone into a box. But I know what someone could have to gain by going, and that’s what I like to see.


So Gary Roberts called me last night. He’s my own personal CrossFit celebrity, so that was pretty freaking cool. I left dinner on the stove, and it kind of burned, but it was worth it, yo. When Gary Roberts calls, you PICK UP THE PHONE.


Hearing from everyone was complete motivation for me to get up off my super comfy lounger on my front porch, drag myself across a bridge with 2 accidents on it (Tampa traffic is a WHOLE ‘notha story that we’ll get to) and Seriously, today was one of those perfect weather days: not too hot, not chilly, not a cloud in the sky. I had a crazy morning working with a company helping them establish a Digital Marketing Manager role, and then came home to have a few calls with vendors (We own a sweet little container gardening online store), and I just wasn’t feeling it today. The sun was shining on me, there was wine in my fridge (and there still is, woot woot to not being a lush!), the air smelled salty and delicious. I just didn’t feel like it. But thanks to y’all, I did it. I felt like I owed it to you guys, for your support and love. And even though I’ve been accused of being an attention whore, I can assure you that is not at all what this is about. I need you guys to keep me honest and motivated. And hopefully someone will need to read what I write as the final factor in making a change.

The WOD today wasn’t too bad, but the warmup was brutal. 2-400 meter runs. On a Friday. What kinda bull ESS is that? Just kidding, but man do I hate running. I think it’s because I really can’t breathe well when I run, and I don’t like that smothering feeling. I know some people REALLY like it, if you know what I mean- winkety wink- but erotic asphyxiation isn’t my idea of a good time, and I think that’s why I hate running with a passion that burns as hot as the fire of a thousand suns. We also had to do wall walks which were really frustrating. I am not at all a bendy person, and I’m really not at all graceful. I had never done handstands, even as a kid, so wall walks were terrifying. I practiced them pretty hard last week and I felt confident in the movement, but today, my arms felt like they were going to give out and I was going to face plant into cement. Luckily I didn’t but I did make some pretty hasty descents down the wall. I was mad at myself but tried to remind me that I couldn’t even get as high as I was a few weeks ago, so it was still an accomplishment.

Now I’m home, feeling super thankful for everyone and the conversations I’ve had in the last 24 hours. I think one of the things that makes CrossFit CrossFit is the camaraderie we share, and the willingness to push each other on to be our best.


So thanks, everyone.


Ok, so I’m a Sagittarius, and it’s hard for me to get sappy, so that right there, that was the equivalent to a full on Miss America crowning breakdown for me. It was very powerful.


Ok, no more feelings. Oh and GO TEAM CFTB at the Raid Games in Orlando this weekend! My coaches and box mates are going to kick some serious booooootay!