CrossFit only works if you are willing to be uncomfortable, vary your habits and go hard. If you’re not willing to do those things, don’t expect CrossFit to benefit you. You get out, what you put in. Even I have to be reminded of that sometimes.
Paleo Trek: The Next Generation
Real Food: The Final Frontier
These are the musings of the CrossFitter M^2 and her 30 Day Paleo Challenge: to explore strange new recipes that do not include wheat, legumes, dairy, sugars and/or processed foods. To seek out new opportunities to learn about her body, eat clean/train dirty, understand a food processor, and boldly go where she has never gone before: her very own kitchen.
CrossFitter’s log, Paleo date:12813 – D8
So I think I mentioned a few posts ago, that I got sick and that was my “Paleo Flu” when Wod’ability goes down, fatigue sets inquicker and Im irritable. Well, i think that I just had a cold before; this might really be the “paleo flu” now.
I just finished a pretty wicked WOD [see WOD, courtesy of CrossFit Balance]
No matter what you think, that sucker was a 23 min burner. I got dizzy, I was last to complete each of the 25 cal rows (which pissed me off), and I couldn’t find my wall ball rhythm. I didn’t even make it to the double unders (which really ticked me off)! Then I started listening to what my body was saying:
Hey! Yeah, you! Where are my carbs and sugar? I’m not used to this fat…I want cake!
Basically, although I’m more comfy with the idea of Pale, the food and the cooking…this is clearly the point where my body has finished working out the old and is taking in the new. I’m feeling the difference in the fit of my clothes and the fact that my [sweets] cravings have subsided significantly. I’m even drinking more water (wow!) without the feeling of it’s my last resort.
I actually want to drink it.
Hopefully this “flu” won’t affect my WODs for too long…general lore says about a week.
I’ll let you know. Anybody else experience “Paleo Flu”? What were your “symptoms”?
Paleo Trek: The Next Generation
Real Food: The Final Frontier
These are the musings of the CrossFitter M^2 and her 30 Day Paleo Challenge: to explore strange new recipes that do not include wheat, legumes, dairy, sugars and/or processed foods.
To seek out new opportunities to learn about her body, eat clean/train dirty, understand a food processor, and boldly go where she has never gone before: her very own kitchen
CrossFitter’s log, Paleo date:12413 – D4
I smell the donuts that they brought in this morning. Dunkin’ Donuts. The Walgreens of the sugar set, i.e. one on every corner. They brought them for a work meet and greet, and they smell DIVINE. Knowing that donuts (Glazed!! Pumpkin!! Chocolate Glazed!!!) was the meal of choice this morning, I pre-emptively ate my sweet potato hash browns and red bell pepper, sausage and bacon egg frittata; with a side of tea (no sugar, no honey, just lemon).
It worked! I smelled it, but was not tempted to eat it. After only four days on Paleo, I already see and feel a difference in my body and clothes. My belly fat, though not excessive, seems less; abs are making an appearance. My waist, already small, seems to be getting smaller; at least judging by my belt and pants.
I’ve been in this situation before; on the precipice of the body that I know that I can have and I’ve frittered it away on pepperoni pizza and chocolate cake. II want to ride this train to the end, but I have a baby shower to go to this weekend.
Will I be able to resist frosted cakes and pizza?
So I’m doing a 30 Day Paleo Challenge starting January 20th and I’m attempting to be proactive by developing recipes, grocery shopping and eating my sugar loaded food now.
Sidebar: Most programs or books that I’ve read about Paleo suggest throwing out the bad foods; clean out the pantry and freezer so ypu wont be tempted. I find that to be absolutely reprehensible and even culturally offensive. African-Americans were, historically, raised to salvage whatever food was possible and never throw away anything…that comes from hundreds of years of not having an excess of foods to waste. Its amazing what you can do with leftovers when thats all you are given to eat!
In colonial times, hogs were slaughtered in December. During slavery, in order to maximize profits, slave owners commonly fed their slaves in the cheapest manner possible. At hog butchering time, the preferred cuts of meat were reserved for the master’s use. The remains, such as fatback, snouts, ears, neck bones, feet, and intestines were given to the slaves for their consumption.
No, I’m not posting a pic of Chitlins, because in my personal opinion, it’s just nasty. However, I recognize that when you have little to no choice in what to eat, it’s amazing what you will do to survive.
The reality is this: to throw perfectly good food away is just plain wrong. Donate it to the homeless, your church or feed it to your non Paleo friends, but don’t waste it. We are blessed to even have these “1st World” problems of choosing what types of food we can eat. Let’s not allow our arrogance to disregard those that would do anything to be in our shoes.
*Steps off 20-inch [soap] box*
So any who, I hit up Whole Foods and dammmnnnn my eye balls popped out at the cost of some of this stuff…
- Coconut Oil for friggin $17 bucks! Pass.
- Almond Flour for more than I care to remember (itty, bitty bag too!). Pass.
- Salmon at $26.99 a pound! Friggin hand-carried and laced in gold! Pass!
I ended up picking up some organic lettuce (small), coconut spread at $4.99 a pop and some Yogi Green Tea “Muscle Recovery”.
What did this trip teach me? Trader Joe’s is a God-send, Costco and my freezer will be my best friends and we gonna have to plan very well for this Paleo Challenge…like on an insane, parent of triplets level.
I think I’m about to become my mother…lol (minus the kids and the hubby of course!)
Reading “The Life and Legacy of Alexander McQueen” and this quote rocked me as I finally feel like my time has come.
I want #blackchickswod to be that passion. I’m not going to talk about it, bc honestly talk is bull$hit. It will either happen or it will be a major #fail. I don’t want to fail, I want to try, to give it all that I can. That’s the CrossFit way…it’s what we do *shrug*
Let’s see what I can make happen.
Hey yall, “What would you do if you could not fail”?
Today was an eye-opening experience.
I observed my first Affiliate League Competition at CrossFit Balance in Washington, D.C., and I gotta tell you, it was fun, scary AND exhilarating. Those are three very different feelings, but at various times I had all three coursing through my body.
Competitors from four boxes, and family members, were all over the place. People were amped up, ready to rock and nervous about finishing their WODs. I saw my role as that of an observer, cheerleader and wannabe; as in “I wanna be” there someday. Chalk dust floated in the air as competitors chalked their bars and hands. The clock was set, the judges demonstrated the WOD (Snatches, Muscle Ups, Thrusters, etc.) movements, the difference between a “rep” and “no rep” and it was game on!
These Boxes competed in individual and mixed (men and women) partners events, on the Affiliate and Social level. It was pretty dope seeing so many people, but there were some very unique situations that I HAVE to mention:
- This is the friendliest group of people I have ever seen. Let’s be honest: everyone did not complete their WODs under the time requirement, but everyone and I do mean EVERYONE cheered, box mates and competitors alike, and encouraged competitors to give it their all and that was amazing to see. I met some funny and sarcastic folks, that were all too ready to introduce themselves and chat for a few. What global/regional gym do you go to that even remotely comes close to that type of atmosphere?
- The competitors come in all shapes, size, colors, types, body weights, and levels of expertise. No matter where you might excel in one particular event, let’s say box jumps (vertical jump onto a 20 or 30 inch box), there is always another event that will slow you down and “equalize” everyone (definitely “muscle ups”).
- By far the most awesome moment was watching a competitor that was a double amputee. His legs were amputated below the knee; with two metal prostheses and he went HARD in da paint on everything he did!!! More, he was funny as hell; cracking jokes that would likely offend a more sensitive person [blush level y’all] and doing it with aplomb. I barely noticed his lack of “legs”; I really didn’t even see that he was different until he decided to change the internal rubber casing that went over his stumps and help them fit/hold the prosthesis. I don’t know his story; to be honest, I can’t remember his name, but I sure as hell respect his heart and competitive drive.
- These men and women trained for weeks, if not months, for something that took less than 14 minutes in one instance and less than 10 minutes in the other. It takes a lot to dedicate yourself to something that takes so little time to complete.
Q: What the hell do I need to do to mentally and physically prepare myself for a potential?
A: Not sure yet. I’m going to ask my coaches; and focus on my weak spots (Muscle Ups, Kipping (butterfly and pull ups), and cleans. You have to practice what you’re weak in, so maybe try an active rest day, i.e. work on progressions vs. completely taking the day off. I’m also considering a Paleo challenge to lean out.
Consider this: How much time, effort and sacrifice you are willing to make to attain something that few people even recognize they are capable of achieving? Are you willing to be uncomfortable? Confront change? Sacrifice your hair? Study the mechanics of the movements to get results safely?
Thanks for having me here! I’m happy to provide additional insight on BlackChicksWod.com from a newbie perspective. This is my first post, so it’s a smidge longer, but worth it! Future posts will be shorter, believe me!
My journey began with a longing for change. Something more than another New Year’s “certain-to-fail-by-day-two” Resolution. I wanted to modify my lifestyle drastically, to exact a permanent shift in my spiritual, physical and mental health. I decided to focus on a handful of objectives:
- Attend Church Regularly
- Grow out my Natural Hair
- Learn a New language
- Improve my overall Health
As easy as these goals sound, and although I had already been making progress on the first two items (church/hair), my attempts at learning a new language and improving my health were completely shot!
Every day I would look at my dusty, unopened Rosetta Stone set for Spanish (not cheap!), and go about my business for the day, it remains unopened. Healthwise, I began making my lunches for work but completely failed by eating Chipotle for dinner. It’s highly likely my language goal will continue to exist as just a goal, but for health/fitness I decided to completely crank up the heat with…CrossFit >:o.
Now, let’s be frank: I don’t consider myself to be inexperienced or a novice at intense exercise. Growing up I was the quintessential tomboy, so I constantly ran up and down the block and beat down the boys. In school, I played basketball, track & field, and soccer…a year-round athlete! However, let’s be frank again: that was HOW many years ago? Like 10 bloody years!
At 29 years old, 5’6″ in height and *cough, cough* 115 lbs in weight, my 60+ hr per week desk job was only aiding in packing on pounds and the sports club/globo-gym model was no longer a motivating, appealing option. I mean seriously, how many times can you jog on the treadmill or deal with the “meatmarket” that is inherent to working out in that type of gym?
So…in hearing all the buzz about CrossFit from friends, people I hate for other reasons than their banging bodies and the internet/social media, I thought it would be interesting to try the ADHD workout…because thats what interval training really is right?? Lots of variations in movements and hitting body targets in a very short time frame. I “pressed the button” and paid my fee (pound of flesh??) to begin this tortuous ride of “constantly varied, functional movement”.
As I got closer and closer to my first CrossFit basics class, panic began to set in and I started to have conversations with myself that would rival the best of them.
What in the heck did I just commit to do?!?!
I’m no longer in my prime 20’s, I can’t run and jump like I’m 12 years old and invincible!! And REALLY, what-is-up with all these monstrous dead-lift weights, kettlebells, and pull-ups? I wanted to get in shape, but not look like jacked-up Barbie.
More importantly, as a Black Chick, I didn’t want to throw up, get man-sized calluses, break an ankle, rupture a kidney or any of that mess! I didn’t want wanna die! (Seriously…this is how I felt and what I consistently texted and emailed my friends all the way up to the start of my first class).
I resolved to whooo-saaaah and cue the crunkest, ratchet-est Southern music on my iPhone to get amped up for my walk through the fire.
Jan 2, 2013 was my first day of CrossFit, albeit the first of 6 fundamental courses. Walking into the Box (one of the first 50 CrossFit Affiliates *wipes sweat from brow*), I got a serious tingle; a slight, light-headed feeling that morphed into a crazy adrenaline rush…it was time to (wo)man up and bring it! I was intrigued by the no-frills set up; the Box was just that, a freaking big “box” with weight lifting equipment in each corner and along the wall, ropes and rings hanging from the ceiling and no mirrors. I could immediately sense that people were there to sweat and not there to be cute while running on the treadmill. I was temporarily overwhelmed by the cacophony of teeth-clenched-breathing grunts and whooshes of a nearby group completing their WOD. And the sweat, oh I smelled and saw a lot of freaking sweat, lol.
My coach, whom I will call Ms. Gunz, led our session and her appearance did very little to calm my nerves. Her arms were huge; biceps popping!
She was kind enough to rally our group of five by briefly sharing her reasons for joining CrossFit; which was nice, but all too soon the talk was over and I found myself getting positioned to do push ups. Ms. Gunz’s intent was to show us how to properly execute pushups, situps, and air squats.
Oh air squats.
For years, I’d been convinced that I knew how to properly squat, but this was something else!! This whole “breaking the plane” thing brings to mind images of Lil Kim, but soooo not that nasty. You’re too busy trying to keep your chest up, heels down and legs moving.
We began our first challenge, my very first “tabata”: 20 secs of work and 10 secs of rest for 16 rounds, alternating between situps and pushups. The goal was to maintain the same number of situps and pushups done in the first round throughout the remaining fifteen cycles. I felt pretty good about the situps, but the pushups were horrible for me and tired me out pretty quickly, but at least the men were dragging by the end as well (he he he).
Next we learned all about executing pull-ups and “kippings”. Needless to say, after killing my arms on pushups I couldn’t do a single pull-up. However, I was fascinated to learn of these nifty elastic bands which support some of your weight, so gradually you progress to assistance-free pull-ups!
I have no shame, I’ll be using the thickest black band for a long time.
Lastly, we rounded off the first day with 2 mins of air squats. On my 70th burning air squat, I had to do an internal check, “Really?!!? You decided to do this ish instead of pilates?!?”.
Ms. Gunz, yelled and cheered us on to finish strong.
I’m sure we were the most miserable, out of shape bunch ever…but thats exactly why we were there…why I was there. I’ve concluded…that yes, I’m probably gonna die…but at least I may learn to do an actual pull-up before doing so :).
MemphizBelle “Southern Diva Extraordinaire”