Constant Beginnings

Chris and I started this crossfit journey 2 months ago. In that time, I missed about 5 classes or so. While I've seen so many positive changes and surprised myself many times--like going from not being able to do any butterfly situps to doing 30 or not being able to jump rope at all to jumping 100 times in one minute or hurling 80 pounds over my head? Yeah, I've progressed. Yet, my disappointment and frustration in what I am still unable overwhelms me. Takes hold of my focus. Pushes me to feel trapped. See the thing is that the pieces of crossfit that I really love above all other types of programs is the competition aspect. I like a challenge. I always have. I like to win. I like to beat people and I love to surprise them with my mightiness. Last night was tough for me. I am not a good loser. It isn't pretty. In fact, I am a pretty pathetic loser. Our WOD was the following--5 rounds of 15 calorie row, 15 pull ups (with bands), 15 dragon crawls, 15 sit ups and 15 wall balls...

Yep. Holding hands. Words cannot express the love in my heart! This girl is such a clown! She's got personality like no other :) Wow, we are almost into November and I am becoming more and more deliquent in keeping this blog updated. Chris left on Saturday for a 5 week class in Mississippi, so it is just the girls and I. I am well versed in the sometimes single momma thing, but I also started taking classes for my Autism Specialist certification, which means another ball has been thrown in the air in addition to the other four I am left to juggle. Oiy. It has been interesting. Thankfully, the girls have been very understanding and allow me a little time each night to read and respond to the required posts. I have also discovered the convenience of a book light as I try to turn the pages of my  text ever so quietly so as not to disturb our little sleeping cherubs. (One of the perks for them of Daddy being gone is I let them sleep in my bed! They l...

Let me just start by saying, HOLY CRAP!! Where has all my free time gone?? I feel as though I have NONE! Since Chris' return, I find myself fortunate to find a clean pair of socks to wear or a kitchen counter that isn't infected with salmonella. Seriously, our time each and everyday just flies by. We definitely have our routines, which take priority--eating, walking the dog, bathing, etc., but honestly, I need my maid back. I canned her a couple of weeks before Chris came back simply because I thought her work was slipping. She didn't wipe off the baseboards & she wasn't exactly self-motivated--I had to tell her EVERYTHING that needed to be done. Honestly, how hard is it to figure out that the kitchen floor should be washed when you still have an hour of work ahead of you and there is dried dog food on it? Come on, lady! Anyway, there is obviously a bit more to my dissatisfaction with her, but that is the gist. In a nut shell, I miss her. I am a neat freak for the m...