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Resting my stomach

When I first met with my nutritionist, she recommended a day of cleansing and juicing only.  She said do it on a non training, rest day.  I thought she was nuts.  My two rest days are the days I relax. Relax my diet. Relax my mind.  All so my body can relax.  So 4 months later this never happened.  Until this week.  I was adjusting my order for this weeks delivery, I knew I needed to rest.  Ive been really solid with my diet for the last 3 weeks.  I feel good but also am eating tons of protein.  So most of the stuff I needed to make the recommended smoothie I would have in my house, except celery and cilantro.  Who eats celery?  It reminds of eating a twig.  So last night when I got home, I began my experiment as I was unpacking my delivery box.  My ingredients: 2 stalks celery 1/2 an seedless cucumber (any kind can be used but this is what I keep on hand) 1 very over ripe banana 2 handfuls of kale 1 handful of...

Karma and Fate

Little known thing about me: I'm a huge believer in in karma and fate.   It's what has gotten me through some of my most difficult situations. And the only way I can bring logic to some of the things that have happened.   Though I would never wish for some of the things that I have gone through to happen to others, I'm glad to have experienced every one of them.   For example my car accident destroyed my knee and left me with permanent damage to my memory.   It made me realize so many things but probably most importantly the ability to be active and doing the things I love is a gift.   And I need to take that gift and make the most of it.   I could go on and on about the things that has taught and the way it has shaped my life but that would bore you.   And I already know about them.   I do believe everything happens for a reason.   There are people in your life for a reason.   Even if that is a bad reason.   It could be to mot...

We are all fucking crazy.

Some times I wonder what it's like to be my coach. Or even my training partner. The gym is the one place I rarely, if ever, filter my personality. I will yell at you. I will cry, on occasion. I will get crazy ideas. I will give you dirty looks when you criticize me. I will tell you I hate you. And that can be all in one day. Last night I hated my workout. I hit pads for the first time since probably my fight in June and it felt like it. Then I did my S&C which was full of lunges, probably my least favorite thing. Every lunge in my wod was a struggle. It hurt. It took everything I had not to quit on every single lunge. I was so mad when I finished. I hated everything. And so I texted my crossfit coach and told him I hated crossfit and his workouts. His response: Life just isn't fair. Good thing he knows I'm crazy and just brushes me off. I tell him all the time, all women are fucking crazy. That's the only explanation. So today I was over my crossfit temper tantrum ...