Good Intentions

Yesterday I was petty happy with how my schedule was playing out. No, I did not get my carcass out of bed when I wanted, but it was early enough that I could get some yoga and mobility work done.  Mobility is very important, especially now that age  and fibromyalgia are playing a major factor on my training and daily life.

My intent was, once the girls were put down for the night, I would make up some lost workout out time from the morning and hammer through my Invictus Masters Program. Who would have thought that at 2pm that would all change.  I got a call from the daycare saying that Elizabeth was puking up a storm. So, like a responsible parent (after a bit of swearing under my breath) I packed up my things, informed my boss of the situation and went to rescue my kid. When I got there I was handed a plastic bag with all her puke ridden clothes and a sick child. Great…. Poor Elizabeth.

I got her and Lilly home after Elizabeth puked in the car.   I then got Elizabeth in the house and proceeded to tuck her in on the couch so she could watch some Muppets. Her tyrant sister had other ideas and soothing her sister was not one of them. This made the next hours long and arduous. Nothing worse than seeing your one toddler in distress from being sick and the other not giving a shit.

I was still hoping that once everything settled down and the girls were put to bed I would still  have my mommy alone training time which would consist of throwing weights around in the garage gym. Ha, not likely.

I proceeded to put Lilly to bed and had Elizabeth on the couch. Lilly was crying for a bit then she settled down. When I checked on her she was in Elizabeth’s bed as hers was filled with puke.  How can a little kid produce so much vomit? It is not normal! My heart sank….oh no, round two. Although, I have to say, it was smart thinking on Lilly’s part moving to her sister’s bed. Elizabeth wasn’t there, Lilly’s bed was out of commission, so why not use it for the interim. Genius.

I had just stripped and changed Lilly’ bed when she decided to.projectile vomit all over the bedroom carpet.  Three times. All I could do was stand and watch. Oh and hoped she didn’t get me in the process. Sigh…..

Now I am cuddling two sick monkeys and my night’s training is slipping away.  An hour or so had passed. Lilly was now on the couch, Elizabeth was comatose in her bed.  I steam cleaned the carpet (pretty proud the kid stayed asleep during the process) and was satisfied with the result. I headed back to spend time with Lilly watching a Disney movie.

Thirty minutes later it was my turn to upchuck. For the next couple of hours me and the porcelain had a close relationship. All I can say is I hate throwing up. It gives me comfort to know I could never be bulimic because of this hatred.

Finally Mike got home. I did a hasty turnover of the night’s events and headed to bed. I remained in the fetal position all night. I don’t know what super powers that puke bug had,  but not only did it kick the crap out of me and down for the count, it put my fibromyalgia into high gear. For 24 hours I was laid out on the couch in the man cave  (yes Mike allowed me in his domain 😊)  in excruciating pain. It was one of the worst bouts yet. It was just a few hours ago I dragged myself out of bed.  All I can say is if it wasn’t for friends, neighbors and my awesome husband to give a hand I would have been in the hurt locker more than I already was.

The intentions were there to train but I guess I can say I had a descent excuse.

Hopefully tomorrow.


Back at it

Hmmmm where to start. The goal is I am going to try to be diligent at this blogging thing again. I am not sure sure how long it will last, but hey, we have to keep trying.

I wasn’t posting because I felt that I should have had something worthy to write about. Be it gains in my training, a brand new diet or some great revelation I had. Well, I have come to the conclusion that that is a dumb approach. It is only showing the good side, not the trials and tribulations that goes into everyday living. Especially, when it involves lofty goals and dealing with injuries and a shitty illness that are moving parallel with these goals.

So, what I plan to do is write about everything. The good, the bad and the ugly. Yes there will be pissing and moaning but I intend to add humour and happy moments. Also, I will throw in diet, equipment and trainng bits, as I am always trying something new. The only constant will be CrossFit; I live, breath, and eat that shit.

We will see where the next week’s and months take us.

Have a good day and……. “Don’t wait. The time will never be just right.” ~Napoleon Hill~





I’ve been off the radar for the last couple months because of mental ups and downs. Training wasn’t going as well as I would have liked. My eating was still decent, but I wasn’t measuring, or tracking my food diligently. I could feel my training and life goals slipping through my fingers. I am that person, when life starts going sideways, I jump on the emotional eating roller coaster and the couch starts looking comfy. This circular behavior was rearing itself until four weeks ago. While friends and family were going through turmoil and suffering because of health and loss, I was here feeling sorry for myself. Why was I feeling discouraged and bitter? Probably because I didn’t have control over my compartmentalized, organized life. Yes, I do believe life dealt me a crappy hand health wise, and various parts of my life are not moving as quickly as I like; result – irritable and impatient. But  I have this goal, I have a body that still works – slower than I like, but it still works. And so what if I have fibromyalgia? I could have worse issues than a bit of pain. In the big scheme, I can manage it with my doctor and take a positive approach. I can still do things others can’t. Recently my dad’s doctor told him that his cancer has returned; he has six months to a year to live. However, I don’t hear him moaning; he is just as positive and carrying on as if all was normal. My mom asked him if he’s worried? His reply, “Why should I worry? It doesn’t change anything.  I can’t worry about something I don’t know.”  And that was the moment. It is his actions and positive outlook that made the light click on for me.

 A few days later while moping around the house I remembered Dad’s comment.  I said out loud to an empty room, “this is garbage, I need to change how I approach my training and life. How am I supposed to become a Master’s CrossFit athlete and help people with their training and eating needs when I can’t even sort myself out mentally and physically. I can’t get wrapped around the axel every time life starts going off the rails”  Later that morning I dusted off the rower, eyed the treadmill, stepped into the garage gym to lift and most importantly returned to the practice of mindfulness. Since rekindling that spark, I have started training and taking a positive approach to my programming and life goals. It has not been easy, as old habits die hard, but I am moving forward.

 I have learned some lessons from these past weeks.  I am grateful for the events in my life; others have gone through worse.  There are reasons to why this is happening, they will present themselves when ready. Finally, what’s that saying? Slow and steady wins the race….or something like that.

Whole30 complete

The 30 days are done.  So what did I learn from this experience?  Well, I know I am not perfect, and I still like my chocolate.  I also learned that this eating lifestyle works.  I found I became more stable all around during the 30 days.  My moods were better because I was not feeling the sugar highs and lows.  I felt physically and mentally healthier, and I was happier for it.  The Whole30 was not hard, however, at times it was not easy.  Easy is going to McDonalds and stuffing my face with a burger, or going to Wendy’s and having a yummy Frosty.  Mmmmm Frosties. Though both of those would have been soooo good neither happened.  Because of those temptations, that’s why at times it was not easy. However, what I did catch myself doing was wanting to fall into my old habit when I fill up for gas. Normally I would buy a small can of plain Pringles and a small bag of gummy Hot Lips and double fist those while driving home.  Yes, you can drive while shoving your face full of junk food with both hands. But again, I caught myself…..just barely.  So, was I perfect on this endeavour? Hell no, far from it.  I found I needed and craved more protein because I was lifting again.  Was this allowed? No, because I had it in the form of protein drinks.  On the upside, I was very particular on those supplement drinks.  I never realized how much sugary crap is in everything we buy.  However, I found one protein drink that has no flavor at all.  This was great because it could be added to anything without ruining the taste of the fruit and veg in the homemade smoothie. I also nibbled on seeds and nuts a little more than I should have; those little tidbits of awesomeness are packed with calories (nasty if you are trying to lose weight).  Again, my biggest goal was to cut the crap, which I did, and to see if my health would improve, which it did.  So at the end of the day I am happy.

Things I took away from this.

  • I don’t want to call the Whole30 a diet because it’s not, it’s a lifestyle.
  • I knew what my weaknesses were and the 30 days zeroed in on them. Something I am now working on to improve.
  • I am not perfect and don’t intend to be as this is a life long journey.
  • I feel better, and as long as I keep doing this regime, I hope to keep my fibromyalgia at bay (the whole reason for doing the Whole 30)
  • I found I don’t need bread, don’t crave it and don’t want it. Same goes for all grains. Yup, I was surprised.
  • I still like milk, however, in lower amounts – no desire for cream. Sorry, Tim’s – the cream is what makes your coffee so great. (at some point it will be completely cut out of my diet)
  • My body is changing, and I have more energy (even with my new found limitations)
  • I have not bloated. What an awesome feeling.
  • Finally, I am still liking the Paleo mentality. Nothing better than eating real and clean.

When people asked me what I was doing, I didn’t go into much detail.  I learned it was too hard to explain the plan in a short period.  One hundred percent of the time they would ask “What do you get to eat if you are cutting out everything”?” I didn’t know how to answer that question properly; I find I am eating more flavourful food and willing to look for new ideas. I finally resorted to telling those who asked just to go out and buy the book and most, if not all of their questions would be answered.

I also found out that if people aren’t’ ready, then they won’t commit. You can show them, guide them even do the plan with them, but if it is not their time, it’s not their time, and it is something that has to be accepted.  Me, it was getting my diagnosis that kicked me in the pants.  Others have their reasoning, and one has to remember that it is their journey, not ours.

For the next while, I will carry on with my Paleo, continue to eat healthily and pick up the tempo on training.  We will then see where that takes me.

Oh, for those who are curious.  I lost 4 lbs and lost inches around my waist and thighs and gained some inches in my arms.  My flabby pelican arms are getting less flabby. Just how I wanted it.

Until next time.


The Whole30 days 1-5

Whole30 veggie pic

I am currently finishing up Day 5 of the #Whole30!  Whoo hoo!  To be honest, it hasn’t been bad.  I haven’t been that person jumping for joy over the evolution, but I can say I haven’t been ready to rip out someone’s throat or have an emotional meltdown because of a sugar withdrawal.  I only had one incident where I found myself inhaling Cheerio fumes from my kid’s cereal bowl.  But once I regrouped, reminded myself why I was doing this I carried on with my day as per normal.

In the fitness department, I have implemented a workout regime.  It is an easy program but because of my fibromyalgia easing my way back into training is the smarter choice.  In the past, I would have jumped in with two feet first, gone through a couple of days of stiffness/grumbling and then carried on, but those days are done.  Though this new ideology is a bit tough on the ego, I have been pleasantly surprised how well I felt afterwards.  Yoga and mindfulness have also become a staple as part of my routine.

I guess the only thing I can say about the first week is that planning was my saving grace.  If I hadn’t put a bit of a menu together and done my grocery shopping, I might not have been as successful thus far.

I am going to keep doing what I am doing and see where it takes me.

More to come.  🙂

Bitter Sweet

It has been a while since I have blogged.  I had put my fitness goals aside so I felt there was nothing to write about.

I am again moving forward with my fitness goals, however with limitations. This time a month ago I was lucky to to see a rheumatologist.  The diagnosis was fibromyalgia.  This is where the bitter sweet part comes in. After more than 2 years of feeling crappy, being in constant pain, packing on the weight and being tired all of the time, I finally found out the cause. That was the sweetness. The bitter part of the equation is this ailment is not going away.  I now have to change my trade and rethink how I do things in my life.

Where do my fitness goals now fit? Am I going to still try to achieve them? In a word “yes”.  It will take a lot more planning and more time, but I will get there.  I still have dreams of making it to the CrossFit Games, and being a pacer for my husband during one of his ultra marathons.

Since I hate drugs, I am approaching everything more holistically. My first step is to start eating for health.  I had heard about the #Whole30. As you know from previous posts I am an advocate for Paleo (when I am disciplined). I am excited the Whole30 is too.  July 1, will be my first day on the Whole30. I am choosing to become my own human experiment. I want to see if this method of eating will help suppress the fibromyalgia and give me more energy. Once that portion of the equation is sorted out the next part of the goal will to start implementing a new training plan.

We will see how it goes.




dumb bell

The last couple of weeks has been crazy.  I never realized how much twin babies can utilize your time.  The daily activities that are required to care for my children; the work related courses that I have to take and the weekly commitments that I cannot put aside.  At times, I have found the schedule can be overwhelming.  I used to be a Professional Organizer, what seems a lifetime ago, and I consider myself proficient in the area of time management; however this is on a whole new level.  Though my day is full, the twins are rather easy to care for; the real superheroes are the moms and dads who care for an infant and a toddler at the same time.  Toddlers are like herding cats.

So what is the point of all this discussion?  Well other than wishing for four extra hours in addition to the 24 allowed, it is the dedication of the parents who are trying to obtain their goals that continues to impress and humble me.  Though I am getting the majority of my coach’s workouts in, some days it is tough.  I find myself banging out those last few sets on the rower at 11 pm or dragging my butt out of bed at 5 am so I can get in a quick AMRAP or lift.  But at times it is easy to put the workout off to the next day, which in a sense is sacrificing myself and my goals. So, I have to commend the parent who is trying to get to that objective be it athletics, academics or whatever they have set out.  It is them I pay tribute,  and it is them who are the superstars because I now know that to reach these goals it a juggling act and sometimes a sacrifice.

So to all the people out there juggling their lives in pursuit of achieving their goals my hat goes off to you; you guys are true superstars.

Measurements – the numbers don’t lie


At the beginning of this Paleo Challenge, it was suggested that before and after measurements should be taken.  I understand that it is important as it is a starting point to take a benchmark. However, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.  Why?  Because those numbers don’t lie.  A scale can lie, but that little fabric tape can’t.  We can go through the same routine of weighing ourselves naked, before a shower after using the washroom, just to get that 0.1 of a pound difference from the last weigh in.  Or we can do the jumping on jumping off the scale routine and whatever number is smaller we take.  I am sure a few of us have done that one before.  But, the tape, it doesn’t lie.  It is like math.  The number is right or wrong.  Same goes with the tape.  We hunt through the house for our sewing kit that holds the tailor’s tape or we use the tape that came with the diet plan we previously had signed up for so we can find out those numbers.  Regardless of where we get that nasty tape we find ourselves in front of what seems to be the biggest mirror known to man.  We are aligning and making sure that the tape is placed precisely to the diagram’s specs.  We are laying the tape flat, struggling when it keeps falling off our bicep – I like to think because it is so muscular, alright who am I kidding?  We are then pulling and tugging to get those infamous numbers perfect.  Oh, of course, you can pull a little harder to get that smaller number.  But remember, at the end of the day when we do it again those damn numbers are there again showing us how we did on your journey.  I am a firm believer to take the numbers as is, might feel like a sucker punch at the time but we can reap all the glory at the end when we have kicked butt and lost all those trillions of inches.  I do understand the need for measurements, but I won’t lie, I love my scale with my daily routine.  Still, I do see the need to measure.  But as I said in the beginning…..doesn’t mean I have to like it.  Oh, sorry, no before pic either.

Happy measuring………

30 Day Paleo Challenge


I am currently trying out this new app on my phone “Paleo Challenge “.  I always need a challenge or a purpose so this fits my needs.  It is quite interesting as I have the choice of finding or creating a challenge. I can also go into a group challenge or individual challenge.  I chose individual.  I also had the choice of Intro, Primal or Strict. As I know Paleo and have followed Paleo half heartedly before I decided to give “Primal” a go. The app has you lay out your goals, areas where you think you you will have short comings, and it wants you to take the dreaded measurements so you have a benchmark to go from.

The challenge is on a point system. You want the least amount of points.  Everytime you go out of the paleo parameters,  depending on the category it’s going to cost you points. Points are bad.

What I like about the app is you can do an in app purchase for a 7 or 30 day eating plan. I chose 30 as I don’t want to think about what to eat each day. It gave me all my meals, how to cook them and the weekly grocery list for grocery shopping. The only thing is it doesn’t give substitutions just in case you dislike or can’t have something. But really, just throw in a different piece of meat if you aren’t a fan of the one suggested.

The cost to sign up for the challenge was $9.99 and $4.99 for the menu.  Day one is complete and I have 3 points for going over the required coffee count and I ate half of a  left over potatoe (russet).  I would say for the first day it was rather easy. Let’s talk in a week when I haven’t had any chocolate or I need a huge coffee fix that goes beyond the average coffeeholic. Then we will see if I am dancing to the same tune.

If you are into challenges, search for Paleo Challenge in Playstore and it should pop up. I am not sure if it is on IPhone.