3 month slump?

I wish there was a machine that I could sit in that would melt off the fat that is covering all of my new muscle.

Because I know its in there. When I flex, I can feel it. I can't wait for the day when I shed off this flub like a sexy little butterfly coming out of it's cocoon and can show the world all the hard work that I've been putting in at the gym.

But that being said, it's kind of rewarding to be the weight lifting sleeper at my gym. To be able to say, oh yeah? 103lb thruster? I can do that for reps no problem (well.. limited problems, haha). With people half your weight and five times your experience. I need to focus on that feeling.

I am continuing to propagate the cult of Cross Fit, as a friend of a friend asked me all about it earlier this week and I was more than happy to oblige him with all the information his wee brain could handle. I guess my positive experiences, opennness and energy about this whole process is starting to seep out into the public space so that people feel comfortable asking me about doing this crazy stuff. Then the evil side of my brain creeps in and says "well maybe they think if that lump can do it, I can totally do it." And then I have to have a 10 minute cognitive therapy session with myself to silence that shit pronto.

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On a side note: I saw an old flame of mine this week, and it made me realize that I really do want a partner in crime. And if he lived here and not, oh, across the Atlantic, I have a feeling he would be that P.I.C. I need to put myself out there and meet some new folks (and Cross Fit is definitely helping to expand my social circle AND my confidence, so I can actually talk to people that I meet) and get this romance train a'moving.