Day 1 of the next 30 days (paleo challenge). Not that eating well should even be a challenge right? How hard can it be? Oh hunger, be fed with lovely natural food. End of conversation. Waking up at 5am (*slight exaggeration for impact, but only by 20 minutes) to a cold, dark, rainy day and dragging person to work on a 2 hour commute (*slight exaggeration again of only 20 minutes, let's just make a rule for you to take off 20 mins of any time I say. Unless it is in WOD form) for 5 days a week is a challenge. The structured nutcase in me is halting this paragraph right now... General whinge belongs in the 'live' section of my thought process. Back to the point.
Day 1- Horrendous, emotional and obsessive
Eat/
I ate lovely clean, natural and paleoterrific food. I just ate a lot of it. At a glance: 2x microwave special eggs/ bacon. Salad/ tuna/ 0.5 avocado/ lots of nuts (much more than my gatherer predecessor would have foraged for in a month), pot roast meat, bit of veggie, 2x berry/ coconut cream ice cubes (*ok it really was 4x but I omitted 2x for glutton reduction attempts), and 2x long blacks. This was all after ‘intermittent fasting until 10:30am. Busy day for my mouth.
Move/
Scheduled crossfit for after work, mainly so I could skive off work to the box and feel I had ‘stuck it to the man’. After 2 hours commute (you know the rule), and a not-normal playlist of depressing slow songs, I felt rather teary. Stay with me I am getting to my point. I asked my motivated other half if we can wag Crossfit today. Big resounding ‘No’ was the reply. Silence brewed my negative emotions for the 10 minute drive, ending in my crying about FML (look it up, I know shameful right, yes I read the newspaper I know it could be a lot worse). We drove past the box to go home. At the next round-about I intervene myself and request to go to the box. So off to WOD we go. Wiping tears and sculling long black coffee.
Strength: Back Squat. Allegedly form is looking good. 1-1-1-1-1 50kg
WOD: AMRAP 12 min 9 PU, 6 Burpee, 9 Back Squat (30kg) = 6+1 Rounds. Must say I am pretty proud of me for getting to the box and ignoring my ‘programmed emotional response based on my past-filter’. (Someone has been reading the psychobabble again).
Live/
Summary - Day 1 was an emotional one. I picked a few fights, lost as many. Ate my bodyweight in nuts. Cried. Dribbled spittle. Sweated. And didn’t even wash my hair.
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