Pedicure Reward

Hiya eaters!

Am I the only person who was so glad it’s Monday?

I know that sounds crazy, but really I’m just excited because Monday is a day closer to Wednesday, which is when I leave on vacation. I’m really very excited for my vacation.

And speaking of my vacation…I got a pedicure yesterday!

Please excuse my nasty tingers.

Please excuse my nasty tingers.

This isn’t just any pre-beach pedicure, though. This little pampering session was my reward for working out hard.

Ya see, at my box we scale the WODs into three levels: beast, roughneck, Viking. I’m generally at roughneck level. Occasionally, for WODs that involve rope climbs, double unders, or handstand push ups, I scale it down to beast level. And sometimes, on magical days when WODs contain all the things I’m good at, I can be a Viking. But more often than not I work in the middle ground.

There’s nothing wrong with being in the middle. I’m certainly not slacking off in the middle. I still get a good workout in the middle. But I don’t want to stay in the middle. I want to improve. I want to not be afraid to push myself harder even if that means not getting as fast a time or as many reps up on the whiteboard.

So I made a deal with myself: do 3 viking-level WODs and I get a pedicure.

I never get pedicures or do anything to pamper myself because I’m painfully responsible and can’t justify spending money on frivolous things like that, but I really like the idea of them. I especially like being able to pay someone to make my nasty feet less nasty (and I don’t even care how much they’re probably making fun of them in front of me).

So I made this deal with myself and whenever I was physically able (i.e.-when the weight wasn’t heavier than I could lift or the WOD didn’t require hundreds of double unders), I went for Viking-level.

And in the process I learned something: having a goal and something to work towards is great!

Not having a race or a competition or some other solid goal to work towards sometimes makes it hard to find motivation to work out. Sure, I know if I don’t workout I won’t have such a rockin’ bod and I won’t progress and get to those big weights and PRs, but that’s not always enough.

And now, thanks to my little reward system, I have very pretty toes and some very tough workouts under my belt. And you can bet every dollar you have that I’m going to be doing this again. Though next time will probably be after 6 viking-level WODs.

I can’t be pampering myself all the time, ya dig.

Your turn, eaters:

How do you reward yourself?

Do you have tingers or little stubby toes?

Later eaters!


Helloooooo eaters!

It’s Thursday night, I had a full (and fun!) day of work, and I’ve had a beer. So things are going pretty well for me right now.

I’m choosing to ignore the fact that my bad back/twisted pelvis is flaring up again and that I had to completely scale the workout today at Crossfit. I’m also choosing not to think about how many dishes I have to do (and dirty laundry I have to pack) before Leon, Charlie, and I leave tomorrow for a weekend in Georgia (A.K.A. The Dirty Dirty). I’m also choosing not to think about how much my back is going to hurt tomorrow.

Instead I’m thinking about how delicious tonight’s leftovers will be for dinner tomorrow, how much I saved at the grocery store thanks to my coupon folder, and…the biggest “and” of them all…that today was marked my first full year of doing Crossfit!

Can you believe that a year ago I went in for my intro session? Heck, can you believe how much has happened in a year?

I sure as hell can’t!

But, anyway, I made a little vlog about my thoughts on Crossfit a year in.


For those of you that can’t listen because you’re at work/kids are sleeping or you just got tired of my rambling voice, here’s the gist of it:

I’ve got ah-maze-ing muscles. Muscles I didn’t know I could have. Muscles that are firm and sculpted and just plain beautiful.

I’ve dropped a couple of pant sizes without really trying.

I’ve got more body confidence than I know what to do with and spend a lot of time checking myself out in the mirror.

Knowing that there’s no quitting in Crossfit — there’s plenty of almost quitting and occasionally some crying, but there’s no quitting — has made me an immensely stronger person, both mentally and physically.

I’m neither fully paleo nor fully Zone, but food is more fuel than anything else now.

My goals for the next year: 110 lbs front squat, 110 lbs floor press, all rope climbs (no scaling) in workouts, 100 lbs clean and jerk, better at toes-thru-rings, consecutive double-unders, and handstand pushups.

Talk about a lot of goals, right?

I’m confident that I can reach them all sooner rather than later. I mean, I’ve accomplished far more in this year.

So…here’s to next year! (Imagine me holding up a glass. I would have done it in my video, but I shot that at 10am, which is a bit too early to start drinking.)

Your turn, eaters:

What are you proud of from the last year?

What do you hope to accomplish by this time next year?

Later eaters!

Queen of the Stubborn Masses

Alright eaters,

Real talk time.

I’m a stubborn ass. And you’re probably a stubborn ass, too.

Here’s why:

We’re fighting our bodies and we freaking need to stop.

We all get injured. We pull a muscle. We push too hard. We rip calluses. We twist ankles and knock things out of whack and do a number of other things to hurt our bodies.

And that’s fine. When you work hard on your fitness that’s kinda the name of the game.

BUT there’s a big rule in that game that says that if you get injured you need to slow down, take it easy, even go as far as to take a couple of full rest days.

Unfortunately, no one does that like they should. I know I’m guilty of trying to fight through an injury and even thinking that working out will heal the injury. And I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in that. Ahem ahem.

This is us fighting our bodies. And it’s stupid.

You workout to better your body.

Sure, the endorphins and body confidence you get are pretty damn nice. But the root of it all is that we workout to better our bodies.

So if your body is injured in any way, shape, or form and needs rest, but you don’t give it that much needed rest, you’re negating the whole point of the day

Are you picking up what I’m putting down, eaters?

Let’s take it up another notch: professional athletes.

If you follow sports at all (or watch The League, which might be my favorite show ever, though it’s pretty vulgar, fyi) you know that athletes are constantly missing games or taking days off from practice for sprained fingers and pulled muscles and turf toe.

Of course we’re not getting paid millions of dollars for our workouts, but we can still take a lesson from professional athletes, because (aside from all the concussions) they take amazing care of their bodies because their bodies make the money. (And without our healthy bodies we couldn’t make the money or take care of our families or do just about anything, so…)

Take rest days! Baby your body! Don’t injure your finger while throwing out your gum!

And before you think I’m standing on a soapbox preaching to the stubborn masses, this spiel was spurred by my own stupidity.

My bad back and hip have been acting up something nasty because I was hobbling around (and putting all my weight on my bad side) for days after getting another chunk cut out of my leg (which I also didn’t rest enough after).

So yeah, just call me Queen of the Stubborn Masses.

What do you think, eaters:

Do you fight through an injury?

What do you do on your rest days?

Later eaters!

Hear Me Whooo!

Hiya eaters!

This is going to be a quick one.

I have a headache. Between school and work I was going non-stop — as in eating a sandwich in my car at a red light non-stop — for a solid 8 hours. My eating has been pretty shit today, as it is every day off from the gym.

Oh, and I currently have a pile of books to read for school that would make a librarian blush.

But even with all this crap I am still on cloud 9.

Because, m’dear darling eaters, yesterday I did a 93 lbs clean & jerk!pr1

93 beautiful fucking pounds!

For those of you not in the Crossfit-know, here’s what a clean & jerk is.

And yes, I looked exactly like that guy — jumping and whooo-ing included — except I wasn’t wearing a unitard.

Mine was dirty.

But back to my ah-maze-ing new Personal Record — it’s super freaking amazing!

I’m beyond jazzed about it. I’m beyond shocked at my ability to move such a massive weight — a weight that not too long ago I couldn’t even deadlift — off the ground and over my head. Twice in a row and then once more for good measure.

And without getting all Crossfit Kool-Aid on you, this is one of the main reasons I love Crossfit.

Sure, the people are nice and the workouts keep me in tip top shape. But what I really and truly love about Crossfit is that it constantly allows me to do super freaking amazing things that I never in my wildest dreams thought possible.

And than those nice people give me a big hug because they know how great this feeling is.

So yeah, I am superwoman. Hear me whooo.

Your turn, eaters:

Right here and now I NEED you to brag about yourself. Do it. It feels good.

How has your week been?

Later m’dear lovely eaters!


G’day eaters!

So you guys (and girls! I know that the majority of you are of the lady persuasion and I am trying to be more conscious of my rhetoric) know that I’m a #Fitfluential ambassador, right?

Well, besides Fitfluential and all the other ambassadors being a constant source of inspiration to put down the Mike & Ikes (btw, what’s up with the riff between Mike and Ike? Is that some weird marketing ploy?) and do something not lazy, they also show me a constant stream of products designed to make my life easier, healthier, and all around better.

And the latest products designed to make me perkier, stronger, and sexy-slim (as opposed to weird, extra bony slim) are FRS drinks!

There are four types of drinks — Healthy Energy, Healthy Slim, Healthy Defense, and Healthy Protein — plus Healthy Energy drink powder, and Healthy Energy soft chews and hard candies.

Quite the product line, right?

After having tried them I can say, hands down, that my favorites were the protein drinks!

The protein drinks come in two flavors — Orange Cream and Blueberry Acai — and o’m’gah, they are tasty.

The Orange Cream tastes exactly like a melted creamsicle with only the slightest tiny bit of that weird medicinal orange-y taste (though, disclaimer, I am HYPER sensitive to that medicinal orange taste from a childhood of eating giant chewable vitamin C tablets). Seriously, I contemplated freezing them in the whimsical ice cube trays I got for Christmas to make Titanic-shaped protein popsicles.

And speaking of doing weird things with protein drinks…

I kinda think the Blueberry Acai flavor could be good with some vodka. Is that weird?

Probably, but I was drinking one after a particularly intense Crossfit WOD last week and totally thought that it could use a splash of vodka. Ya know, to balance out the carbs of alcohol. That could have been the handstand push-ups talking, though.

But even without vodka, the Blueberry Acai drink is tangy and a little sweet and a very welcome departure from the usual vanilla/chocolate protein drink.

Which brings me to my next point: these protein drinks pack a ton of protein.

I have a strict minimum of 20g of protein for a workout and since these drinks each have 25g they are perfect (especially for those times when I’m too lazy to wash my blender bottle or forgot to wash it for a day or two and it smells really bad).

So while I did like all the other drinks, especially the cherry limeade energy drink, which definitely tasted like those Sonic drinks, they were a bit high in sugar for me (with the Healthy Energy drinks clocking in at 20g sugar). The Healthy Slim drinks are significantly better on the sugar front, but the protein drinks were still my absolute favorite.

And now for the answer you’ve all been waiting for: Would I spend my own money on them?

Yup. I wouldn’t necessarily do it too often, because ~$3 a bottle is a bit pricey, but I would buy them. And then I’d add vodka to most of them, because in my world most fruity drinks are just screaming for vodka.

Don’t judge me. I could be a visionary.

Your turn, eaters:

What’s the most you would pay for a drink, including fancy Starbucks drinks?

What’s something weird you do/want to do with your food?

Later eaters!

Disclaimer — I was provided these products in exchange for my review, but the opinions here are honest…ly my own. 

A Christmas Chipper

Hiya eaters!

It’s Christmas eve. I’ve got tons of fun family time planned, so I’m going to keep this short and sweet. And sweaty.

So here’s a little Christmas eve or Christmas morning workout for all of you.

It’s what we call a “chipper” in Crossfit, meaning that you chip away at the reps and the exercises as you go. And it’s the workout that I’m going to be doing tomorrow between opening presents over breakfast and going to hang out with my family tomorrow afternoon.

I hope you have as much fun as I’m sure I will.

Think of it as a Christmas present for your body.

Your turn, eaters:

Do you workout on holidays?

When do you open your Christmas presents?

G’night eaters!

Omega Man Workout

G’evening eaters!

Today I was wonderfully successful at trying to apologize to my body for all the crap I did to it and put in it this weekend by doing healthy things.

I went to an early morning Crossfit session before work.

I ate fruits and vegetables.

And I didn’t eat too too much of this frosting-flavored pb.

Hooray health!

And because I love health and Photoshop (did I mention that I love Photoshop and that I really want Santa to bring it to me because I’ve been so good this year and eaten lots of broccoli?) I thought I’d give you a pretty AND pretty damn tough WOD (Workout Of the Day) for tonight’s entertainment.

Yup, it’s Omega Man time!

You may remember this guy from my house tour.

Well, he’s awesome. And he rhymes. And I see him everyday and he never ceases to make me smile.

So next time you’re without a gym but in serious need of a workout, I suggest you bust this bad boy out.

It may not be pretty. It definitely won’t be easy. But it’s never easy standing tall for excellence. Or being an inspiration to the crowd. Or making the brother/sisterhood proud.

But it’s always worth it.

Am I right?!

Ya gosh darn right I’m right!

Oh, and this is an awesome workout to do with friends, if you’re feeling a little competitive.

And if you’re new to air squats, they’re just low depth squats you do without adding extra weight. Here’s a good demo, but I would ignore when she tells you to put your hands behind your back. Every single person I know puts their hands out in front of them at about head height because that helps you keep your chest up.

What do you think, eaters:

Are you going to give this workout a try?

Does Omega Man inspire you to push harder?

G’night eaters!

PS — I’m not a certified personal trainer, Crossfit coach, or anything else that requires certification. This is my suggested workout, but I don’t know your life so PLEASE don’t do this if it will cause pain or injury.

My Back Is Back.

Hellooooooo eaters!

I’ve got plans soon, so I’m going to skip the long intro and just get down to business.

Remember that AWESOME news I mentioned yesterday. Well…

I went to the chiropractor yesterday afternoon and he said…drum roll, please…that I was done with treatment!

How awesome is that?!

After a month of expensive, regular visits and butt tape…

This really painful bruise, and smelling like Icy Hot all the time, I am finally done!

Sorry for the awkward photo, but that big red stripe on my back is a bruise from getting scar tissue broken up.

It feels so ah-maze-ing!

I was supposed to have two more visits over the next two weeks, but the good doctor said that as long as I keep up the out of office therapy he gave me then I’ll be golden.

That news has me through the roof because 1) driving all the way out there and paying all those co-pays was annoying, and 2) the out of office therapy is stuff that I do in Crossfit anyway!

What exactly are my out of office therapies, you ask?

Foam rolling my quads.

Rolling out my hip with a lacrosse ball (which, if you’ve never rolled anything with a lacrosse ball, is far less fun than it sounds).

Box jumps and lunges and proper glute-activating squats (which are the kind of wide-kneed squats you do in Crossfit).

Not falling on my ass unevenly.

So like I said, all things that I can easily do a couple of times a week. And all things that, if I actually do a couple of times a week, will likely keep me out of the chiropractor’s office for anything other than routine maintenance.

That brings me to my next point — I am going to go back for regular maintenance. I’m not sure how often, a lot of that will depend on my insurance, but I’m thinking once every other month.

And I’m perfectly okay with that. Some people baulk at the idea of going to a chiropractor regularly. I don’t because 1) my issue is my SI joint, which isn’t controlled my muscles or tendons, so it’s like a tooth in that it will go wherever it’s pushed and needs regular correction to stay in line, and 2) I never baulk at the idea of regular, non-chemical maintenance for my body.

Heck, we don’t baulk at getting an oil change for our cars every 3 or 4 months, but the idea of going to a doctor every year and a chiropractor every 2 months is excessive?

Not in my book, baby.

So there you have it, eaters. My back is back to normal again. My back is back. Tell your friends.

Your turn, eaters:

Please parody a song about one of your body parts.

How do you “maintain” your body?

G’night eaters!

Paleo Thanksgiving!

Hiya eaters!

By now Thanksgiving weekend is over and hopefully you’re not too worse for wear. AND hopefully you still have a fridge full of leftovers to eat.


I have been eating Thanksgiving leftovers for a full week now and I’m almost sick of them. But not quite.

Anyway, I figure it’s high time that I finally tell you about what I did on actual Thanksgiving.

Leon was with his family at a borrowed house up in Boone, so I was on my own for Thanksgiving dinner (since I had to work at 6am on Black Friday and didn’t want to drive all the way back after dinner on Thursday). Luckily, three ladies from my Crossfit gym decided to host a huge paleo feast for everyone so I didn’t go hungry.

Oh boy, did I not go hungry.

For those who are new to the idea of paleo, it’s a diet/lifestyle where people strive to eat like cavemen because they believe that our bodies still haven’t adapted to our agrarian diets. The gist of it is:

Meats, vegetables, nuts & seeds, some fruit, little starch, no sugar.

That means no grains, no sugar, no dairy, no beans (which includes peanuts and green beans, fyi), and nothing fermented (so alcohol, kombucha, vinegar, etc).

This is a very popular way for Crossfitters to eat.

As you can tell, I’m in not way paleo. But I like to eat and so do the three ladies that hosted dinner, so it worked out.

(Oh, and not everything was strictly paleo, because what’s Thanksgiving without at least a little butter and cream, right?)


My plate.

Plus close to a dozen sausage & cheese balls.

The 26 lbs turkey:


It almost looks like it's glowing, doesn't it?

Clockwise starting at the top: cauliflower mash, turkey, not in any way paleo green bean casserole, almond flour bread stuffing, walnut brussels sprouts, cranberry sauce, almond flour and chia seed biscuit, collard greens.

Dessert, which may have been more exciting than dinner:

Those pecan bars in the front changed my life.


And a few of my friends:

Left: Blaine, my Crossfit coach. Right: Juan, a Crossfitter.

Nicole, the hostess with the mostest.

Left: Chris, a Crossfitter. Right: Marissa, another of the hostesses.

All together now:

Some of the Vigilante Crossfit crew.

It was a fantastic night and I couldn’t have been happier to finally hang out with all my Crossfit friends outside of the gym.

Oh, and I do believe the three ladies who hosted are starting a paleo blog! So I’ll be sure to let all of you know once that’s off the ground. (And hopefully they’ll post the recipe for those pecan bars because I’m still dreaming about them.)

Another person taking pictures of food was such a welcome sight!

Your turn, eaters:

Do you prefer to spend holidays with friends or family?

What was the best thing you ate all Thanksgiving?

G’night eaters!

Now I Can…

Hi eaters.

It’s been a pretty shitty day.

From the moment I woke up — late because my phone turned off during the night AGAIN — to Crossfit — where I struggled and flailed ridiculously doing toes-through-rings — to when I left for work after having done almost nothing from my To Do list, everything has just kinda sucked today.

But nothing good comes from dwelling on shitty shit, right?

So instead I want to focus on my progress and successes, specifically my Crossfit successes. Because I realized today, while I was trying to make myself feel less shitty for only completing 7 rounds of an AMRAP (As Many Rounds As Possible) when everyone else was getting 13-15, that I have in fact accomplished a lot.

Picture from today.

Now I can climb the rope twice in a row, whereas before I could barely hang on the rope.

Now I can do kipping pull ups, whereas before I could barely do jump-assist pull ups on the lowest bar.

Now I can RUN an 8:22 minute mile, whereas before I could barely run half a mile.

Now I can kick up into a handstand AND do a negative split handstand push up (where you lower to a handstand push up and then kick down off the wall instead of pushing back up), whereas before I couldn’t even come close to kicking up to a handstand.

Now I can do three 83-lbs cleans in a row, whereas before I could barely do a 50-lbs clean at all.

Hell, now I can do a clean, a deadlift, a snatch, a jerk, a push press, a front squat, a back squat, an overhead squat, a box jump, a thruster, a wall ball, a double-down wall ball, and a double-under, whereas before I didn’t even know what the heck those were.

Now I can get up early enough for a 6am workout, whereas before I thought I was good for getting up at 7am.

Now I can do so much freaking more than I ever thought I could when I signed up for that one-on-one intro session back in May.

Picture from the day of my first Crossfit session.

So what if I can’t do toes-through-rings YET. I can do so freaking much already that I can’t let one little move keep me down.


Ya gosh darn right!

Your turn, eaters:

What is something that you can do?

What’s something that you will be able to do soon enough?

G’night eaters!