Annoying day, sick and primal challenges

Franken-Paleo

opening whinge

The ‘fitness girl’ I sit opposite to at work asked me what I had for dinner, I said Caesar salad* – she: "OMG that is so fattening”, then proceeded to go on and one about how I should watch out for my “bad fat levels” … me: "give me a break" (in head), me: "oh that is so interesting" (in voice).

morning sickness hit me

Every type of protein has sent me over the edge today. Even thinking about what to eat for lunch was too much. I vomited a bit in my mouth at the thought of a can of tuna or meat anything. I forgot to pack my lunch so unless the protein was free range organic (anything else is so disgusting to me right now) it was out.  Salad was out, as was anything else pre-prepared. I thought I could do a veg stir-fry (extra stir-fried) but I couldn’t enter the food court without some serious hurl-worries.  

Instead I headed to the heath food shop for ingredients for an organic cheese and tomato toasted sandwich on Franken-paleo ‘bread’ and a handful of strawberries. Don’t hate me, but it was bloody awesome.

predicament

There is running in the WOD tonight, my ( Y ) are…emm.. too sizable to run. Do I fess up and say that? Just run and get over myself, black eyes and all, or suggest a ‘I am + you know” scale’?

Jxx

*Caesar salad was with baby coz lettuce, BBQ-ed organic free range chick breast & free range organic bacon and homemade dressing (6 anchovies, 1tbsp organic sour cream, 1 juice of lemon, more oil than lemon, and organic parmesan to taste)

PS ‘my way of paleo’ is templated on primal, before you get your preach on. So the usual meat, veg, little starch, nuts and seeds... and well sourced, happy, organic dairy, and as it seems a bit of franken-paleo and too much fruit. I don’t care what you say, vomit on my laptop is more annoying than your judgement. And my leaky gut (I don't have this I just love the term) can be thankful I don't eat peanut butter on turkish break every day like I used to. 

PPS wish me luck to my first session back at CrossFit in 2 months later today and yes, just quietly I am … very nervous!

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Back again

Really I should just template these blog entries and name them all ‘back again’, with the content being some ridiculously weak excuse as to why I haven’t blogged in a while. Closed with a promise to self that I will blog more often in the future! Luckily I only have 2 blog readers (me to proof read and my hubbie to gain insight to my moods) so no harm done and no-one upset.

cue lame excuse

2 months away from this page and a little bit has happened. I am growing some cells (in a good way). I made eyelids this week. Yes I am with child, have a bun in said oven, bang up, up the duff. 

Shhhh though I haven’t told work yet. 

7 weeks 3 days of child making. A little early I know for a traditional announcement, but heck all the people we love are in the know now so whatever. 

I suggest you click away now if you are not interested in a cell growing flavoured paleo, crossfit, general musings blog.

eat

After 8 weeks of mostly paleo eating but with the very naughty inclusion of hot chips and mayonnaise, vinegar salt crisps, chocolate thick shakes, and various other chocolate and random baddie indulgences, I have come to my senses and am back to my strict ways with slightly more podge than I probably should have. 

My strict ways will be paleo version: ‘My Way’: so with a few Franken-paleo treats added for longevity and morning sickness weakness.

move

My recent workouts have been a lot of walking, my version of MovNat. In my flip flops (thongs). I refused to accept walking is a sport and as such needs sports clothes to endeavour, resulting in sore knees and toes.

Bitch Personality Breakthrough  

I will never judge anyone again for ‘just walking’ and will never think to myself "call that a workout?” as sometimes there is a bloody great reason for walking as a workout.

I go back to CrossFit tomorrow. I will be testing CrossFit’s ‘scalable’ feature that’s for sure. No running (for non-black eye reasons). No box jumps (as too uncoordinated to risk the cell’s head squashed by a corner of the box, RX or otherwise), no burpees (for obvious reasons: they suck!) and not anything so scarily hard that I can’t talk whilst doing. Basically the walking version of CrossFit.  

and cue promise to self

Anyway, promise to self, I will be updating more after my crap attempts in the past.

Jxx

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