Why Don't You Stop Worrying About How Much You Weigh and Instead Worry About How Much You Can Lift

I decided I had better start a fitness section to this blog, because if you came her looking for information about autism, or special needs parenting, or any of the other bullshit I tend to spew, you might not be too pleased to read about my foray into Crossfit.

So, the first post on my brand new blog section I’m going to call:

Couch to Crossfit!

Nah,

How about…..

Fat to Fit…. (Nah then I really have to get super fit)

How about…

MomBeast….Hmmmmm, I like it, because it suits me outside of the gym, too.

Okay, here goes.

Want to see some less than flattering photos of a 42 year old 250 lb mom at the gym?

That’s kinda weird, but scroll down for more. I’ll post them as a “before”........ I hope.

It’s been 14 and half weeks and and 49 visits to the gym and FRANKLY, I don’t know why I’m not skinny yet.

Now, recently I was lamenting to my husband about my lack of 'skinnyness', and he said some stellar words, and I kinda want this on a t-shirt: "Why don't you stop worrying about how much you weigh and instead worry about how much you can lift?"

I want to get there. I want to think like that and maybe I will soon, but for now I’ll soldier on. And while I am here I thought I might tell you the top ten recurring thoughts I’ve had at Crossfit:

1. I am going to Pee right here and now
2. I am going to Barf right here and now
3. I don’t want to cry in front of these people
4. I’ll just workout near the door in case I need to escape
5. I have no idea what is happening right now
6. I’d murder a toblerone after this
7. Did I just lay down on someone’s sweat...pee?
8. My whole body hurts.
9. My blood hurts.
10. What does SWOL and Flexy mean?.... I warned you I can spew some serious bullshit........​ Anyway, follow along to see if I stay motivated and keep my ass off the couch.