The first rule of Crossfit is never shut up about Crossfit, right? Well, it is hard to not give credit where credit is due. Since joining Crossfit in the fall of 2013, I have made a significant transformation, not only on the outside, but the inside as well.
My entire life I have been a professional yo-yo dieter. I was never the fat kid, but I was never picked last in dodgeball, either. I was always considered athletic- one of the guys. I ran track and played field hockey in high school, and throughout adulthood have played in co-ed softball leagues. After having children (5 months between pregnancies), I had a difficult time accepting my new “mom body”. My priorities shifted, and I lost my own identity, then I lost my job, and was having my own little pity party. I woke up one day and asked my brother to help me get my life back on track. He asked me to give him a 6 month commitment. I agreed. The next day he gave me the address of Crossfit Wilmington and told me he signed me up for 6 months of classes. Really? That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but he asked me to trust him, so trust him I did. At the time I wasn’t sure how getting my ass handed to me while performing more intense workouts than I have ever experienced was going to help me get my life back on track, but nonetheless, my brother had never steered me wrong before.
It took me a month to sign up for intro classes because I was scared to death that I wasn’t “in shape” enough to even step foot anywhere near the building. Seeing tractor tires in the parking lot and sledgehammers leaning up against the door is enough to intimidate anyone. On my first intro, I was taught how to do basic things (that I honestly couldn’t do) like pull ups, burpees, and box jumps. On my second day of intro, Marcie Wells taught me how to do a dead lift and power clean. They removed all of the fear I had built up over that month of procrastination, and gave me enough confidence to come back for regular classes. Each time, with more enthusiasm and determination than the day before.
Fast forward 9 months, and I have not only done things I never thought possible, but I am lifting obscene amounts of weight right up over my head. And then gently putting them down, of course. I still haven’t been able to just “drop the weights” like we are told. Baby steps. The skills and knowledge I have gained from each instructor at Crossfit Wilmington is priceless. Everyone is supportive, encouraging, and just genuinely good people. Crossfit literally takes everything from me- physically, emotionally and mentally -- and then gives me back even more than I had before. I would be lying if I said it was all fun and games because I literally did get my eye poked out. It was my own fault, but still. Truth be told, I gained weight my first few months of coming to Crossfit Wilmington- partly because muscle weighs more than fat (this isn’t just something fat kids tell themselves), but partly because I assumed by doing Crossfit workouts I could eat (and drink) whatever I wanted. Yeah, not so much. I learned that the hard way. I didn’t change my eating habits until New Years- yeah, whatever, the token resolution we all make year after year. But this year, something inside of me clicked. I attended a few of Tony’s seminar’s, and picked the brains of some of the instructors in the gym who I have grown to admire. Then I signed up for the Total Body Transformation. Let’s just say at my best shape before pregnancy I was walking around with 30% body fat. I managed to cut that in half.
So while I don’t have my pre-pregnancy body back, I have a better one. A stronger one. And I am really beginning to like the person I am becoming. Both on the outside and the inside. I am not where I want to be yet, but I am closer than I was yesterday. I even managed to land a new job with a health and nutrition company, so now I get the opportunity to help others see how good their body is designed to feel.
When I first started at Crossfit Wilmington, Tony asked me “What is your goal?”. I think my answer was along the lines of “duh, to lose weight” or something lame like that. He said “that’s not a goal, I want a specific goal”. Now that I have control of my life, and a better understanding of the question, I have a better answer: to deadlift 300 lbs—current max is 235. Oh, and to complete the Open workouts next year. Who knows, I may even qualify.