D Day

June 6, 2013.

A day, that will live..

In infamy.

You know what is striking at this moment? I typed the title and the first few lines of this post and realized that TODAY is IN FACT D-Day. 69 years ago, our greatest generation stormed the beaches at Normandy. And I am going to storm into my first Crossfit box (CFSS).

Yes, I know these concepts are vastly different, and I am not trying to disrespect the lives lost on that fateful day, but for me, weight loss, health and wellness have been my own personal war, one I've been waging since I was probably about the age of 10.

Stay with me here.

I have successfully gained back all 65 lbs that I lost between 2009-2010. And I have gone through the stages of grief: Denial, anger (this was the one that still creeps in every now and again, a lot), bargaining, depression and now, we have arrived at acceptance. Let's be clear; I am not accepting this set back as a permanent state of being. I am accepting the fact that it has happened and will move forward with a plan to get past it.

This is where Crossfit comes in. I have researched CF (along with the paleo diet, which is what I was basing my diet on when I lost about 20ish lbs in the Fall) and think it is going to be a good fit for me. I am super competitive, but I love encouraging others to do their best and to push themselves. I am hoping to find a place where I can be on the receiving end of some of that encouragement and not just cheering for others. Tonight's session is sort of a meet and greet, from what I understand, to meet the coaches, do some preliminary motion evaluation stuff, talk about goals, and the like. Then, if I decide its a good fit, I will go into the next Elements class (8 sessions over the course of a month to learn about proper form, technique, nutrition, and terminology).

Fingers crossed.

On a separate but related note, my butt hurts from biking to work. Looks like we won't be cancelling that parking permit anytime soon. I need a fail safe.