Never in my life did I ever think I could hop on the Crossfit bandwagon…but here I am a month in and I actually get excited to go! Cameron and I joined a Crossfit gym in the beginning of September and have surprisingly become loyal, 6:30 p.m. class attendees. Shout out to my 6:30 squad! 

Cameron, my mom and I were out for some Mexican food (no surprise there), and Cameron’s childhood BFF/neighbor Michael came in and joined us. He works at the gym and basically sold us (actually, sold me) on joining while we stuffed our faces with chips and salsa among other Mexican delicacies. Somehow, I was super gung-ho about it, but Cameron had no choice but to go along with it if we wanted to get the membership deal for couples. And if you know us, we are major penny pinchers. 

This gym lets you come try out a class for free to see how you like it, and so we went. I was so intimidated when I walked in.

It wasn’t an option at that point to run away, despite my yearning desire to. I have this thing where if I know I’m not going to be good at something, I’d just rather not try at all. That’s what was happening here…same thing goes with cooking and the same thing that kept me from making this blog for the longest time!

I couldn’t hide because this class was a total of four people, including me and Cameron, so I had to go full force. I’m a little competitive like that. I guess I got a little too ahead of myself because I ended up coming near to passing out. You have to realize, I haven’t consistently worked out since the summer before my freshman year of college when I was hardcore into the group fitness classes at Gold’s Gym and thought my student membership was super dope. So yeah, Crossfit was quite a shock to my system. The coach basically told me I was done for the day, and he hoped I would come back. Kudos to him for not making me feel like crap about not being able to finish the class!

The next few days were consumed my extreme soreness and a lot of fear and anxiety to go back and give it another try. Cameron kinda bit the bullet for us when he went back (without me bc traffic sucks) and bought our membership.

Honestly, without Cameron I know I couldn’t have kept it up this long. He picks me up when I get home from work and we drive there together, but if he didn’t do that, I don’t know if I could get my lazy butt there. Also, he makes the socializing part better. I was super self-conscious, and still am to an extent, when we started but he kept reminding me that I wasn’t competing against anyone but myself. He’s also super great at making friends, so we’ve found our little niche there. Isn’t he just the best?

It’s been interesting to see how my attitude towards working out has changed. Crossfit isn’t as intense as I thought. Really it’s like a playground or jungle gym for adults. Sure, I have to modify A LOT of things, but I’m doing way more than I could ever do on my own. It also helps to have other people there pushing you to do your best. The gym is SO encouraging, and that’s also helped tons with my confidence issues. I’m feeling muscles in places I’ve never had before and my energy levels have increased a lot. I just feel so much stronger, and that leads me to one of my last things I want to touch on.

Screw the scale. Get it out of my sight. If I’ve struggled with one thing since starting my fitness journey, it’s not the heavy weights or the sore muscles, it’s with obsessively weighing myself. Despite my lack of exercise in college, I maintained pretty much the same weight – probably due to my strict routine and walking around campus a lot. I guess when I finally started exercising, I thought I would just shed a million pounds. That didn’t happen. And quite the opposite has happened. This is the most I have ever weighed! And most girls out there, and maybe guys too, will understand that this is a really defeating feeling! I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong. My diet is relatively healthy and I watch my portions. How could incorporating exercise into my lifestyle make me gain weight?!

According to our coach, when you start a new regiment like crossfit, your body goes into kind of a survival mode and clings onto food, water, vitamins etc. It just takes time for your body to adjust. I’m really trying to make an effort to ignore the scale because does that number even matter? It’s not like I’m on The Biggest Loser or I’m trying to lose weight for health concerns. I’m just trying to be a more active human! Instead of using the scale as a guide for progress, I’ve taken photos and measurements to document my body’s changes.

The real mind shift happened when I realized I’m not working out to be skinny – I’m working out to be STRONG. I just want to kick booty at life, and with that I say, #screwthescale.

P.S. Sorry for the lack of photos, I don’t have a camera other than the one on my phone, so I need to figure out how to make those photos look less horrible on here. I’m no blogging guru here so enjoy the words!!!


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