A Day In The Life of Muscle Mama Bear

Ha! Like anyone cares! But seriously though, I got to thinking about those documentaries they do of athletes..."A Day in the Life of Rich Froning, Lindsey Fisher, Andrea Ager" and thought, huh, that could be an interesting post. A Day in the Life of Me. The life of a lazy overweight person trying to create new habits, fit in exercise, be a Mom, work several jobs, be a wife....oh yeah, food prep, ha. I guess this potentially could REALLY expose what I need to work on. (Like I don't already know.)

I think I'm gonna take some pictures over the next week and then update this post.

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How Do You Identify?

I've been going to my CrossFit gym for five years now. Yes, I've dropped a few pound; yes, I'm stronger; but could you tell I crossfit by looking at me? Probably not. My transformation thus far has all been mental. I have and continue to find encouragement in what my body can do rather than what the scale says. I've learned functional ways to move my body to support my reconstructed knee. I've learned to shut my mind up and just move. Just recently I've been able to push myself when my legs are shaking and I can't hardly take a deep breath to finish the workout rather than stop and lay on the floor. "Keep moving!" I can hear Coach Rachel encouraging me. "One rep at a time! Vamos!" I can hear Zulma tell me. I've also recently begun to allow myself to move at a slower pace and complete the entire workout instead of scaling reps to keep up with everyone else. I am no longer concerned about what anyone else is thinkin...

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Here's an Interesting Thought

I recently got my 4 year tag from CrossFit I-35. I've been a member for 4 years and weigh 40 pounds less than when I started. Most, if not all, of that was baby weight as I began shortly after I had delivered my son. I've lost the same 10-15 pounds since the initial loss and I had an interesting thought about that tonight. What if I'm afraid of fit healthy crossfitter Meredith?? See, I take progress photos. I've seen the awesome gains I make and then I FREAK. And avoid the gym for days, weeks, months. It's like I see how hot I could be and I start eating. As I'm eating I'm fantasizing about seeing my muscles and wearing jeans and a bikini. Longing for comfort in my own skin. Yet the moment I start to get a glimpse towards that, I go backwards. What is up with that?? Afraid of my own success?

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