A Little Progress

I felt a little stronger today.

I actually managed to get myself off the ground a few times when doing burpees and jump. This is progress, however small. Knowing just three workouts has already made such a difference pushes me to keep going.

My modified WOD (see photo) was 3, 5, and 10. Worked my butt off and it felt good (when it didn't feel like I was going to pass out).

More good news: I didn't have the urge to cry. Emotions in control? Check.

Not sure if I'm going to CFR tomorrow. If not, I probably won't get back in until Tuesday which feels like a little too much time off.

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I Hate Burpees

The Workout of the Day (WOD) tomorrow consists of burpees.

I. Hate. Burpees.

Tuesday's workout involved many sets of this torturous exercise. And since I can't do the "real" ones (my fat butt needs everything modified), I have to do the version that has you dropping to your knees before laying on the floor, preparing to explode and jump to your feet with your hands high in the air. (Or, in my case, kind of push myself up so I'm nearly on my feet but still kinda hunched over, praying I don't fall on my face.)

Hubby thinks my loathing for them is hilarious. He may or may not get throat punched after tomorrow's class.

I am still not prepared to start counting calories, weighing myself daily, and generally obsessing over every tiny morsel of food that passes my lips. At some point though, I have no doubt this will change. All this hard work at CrossFit can't be for nothing.

The plan is to attend classes 2 or 3x a week. The other 4 or 5 days a week need something exercisey added. No clue what that will be. Time is a huge consideration since my Darling Daughter (DD) has several classes and commitments I have to shuttle her around to.

There is no food plan. I should probably make one but...I'll get there when I'm ready. I'd much rather take this whole thing slow and steady than go full throttle and burn out right away.

More tomorrow.