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!
Fat to Fit…. (Nah then I really have to get super fit)
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:
An overweight, overworked special needs mom who found Crossfit.