What the hell am I doing?
Good Day Life as Rx Readers!
I am hovering at a 18 lb to 20 lbs lost since the beginning of September with my participation at CFNE. And, October was a bitch of a month. The goal I set, to attend CrossFit at least 3x/week, was a wash. Feeling the initial glow of dropping over ten pounds led to a false sense of security. So while I tightened my belt literally, figuratively I loosened the tethers of my discipline. I thought I was Giselle.
Therefore, I thought I could do less work and skim through October with a 20 lb weight loss. MADNESS! I know. Bottom line: for 3 weeks in October I attended either one or 2 sessions a week. At the third week of this month, with a note from Ben, king of CrossFit NewEngland, I fell back to planet Earth with a resounding thunk. Personal excellence is not about achieving a goal quickly.
Personal excellence whether it be fitness, making a lot of money or being a good parent is all about the consistency with which you pursue said endeavors. And, damnit, it’s pretty hard to be committed day in and day out. So, in an effort to bring myself back to my initial goal of becoming stronger, fitter and leaner, I have enlisted CrossFit coach Mat Frankel to coach me privately. And, let me say, despite a pretty face, Mat is task master. I take very seriously my goals and asked Mat to help me.
Here is Mat:
During the past few weeks, Mat and I have worked on my goats (those activities I detest most): running, running, running and my self defeatist attitude. I also have adopted a more generalized approach to CrossFit these past two weeks: I have been participating daily in sports/activity that allows my CrossFit training to be put to the test. I attended Zumba classes, Hip Hop classes, rock climbing and am preparing for a November mountain biking trip. Somehow, adding these activities have rejuvenated me and my commitment to fitness.
This picture was taken at New York Fashion Week in Bryant Park 2 years ago. I was a guest of Sunny Chung from The Seoul Metropolitan Government whom I had worked with at press tour in Seoul, South Korea. I look at this picture and I remember thinking on that particular day despite my rotund girth, I was still pretty. However, I also remember thinking how I had settled to be a chubby but amiable girl for the rest of my life. I had completely let go of fitness and thought, “That part of my life was over.” I mean I was hanging out with Asian Government officials, meeting celebrities, making a good salary…the only thing missing was that I was out of breath walking but hey, “Who cares?”
Strangely on that day, I was backstage of Michael Kors’ Spring Line Debut, looking at models garnished in exquisite clothes, bumped into Michael Kors and Heidi Klum, and never once did I feel a twinge of “I am not at my best.”
In fact, a few weeks later, I attended a party with Sting (by the way, Sting and Trudy are gorgeous, lithe creatures. And, I had the pleasure of seeing Sting with a full beard and fedora on) and the The New Jersey Housewives. I recall being outside waiting to show my credentials to security, when this hot mess of a middle aged woman walked through the line and entered the townhouse. She had on loose flax pants which appeared to be falling off her ass, SNEAKERS with striped long socks and a dashiki with a faux Kenti cloth print. Her glasses were coke bottles, she was overweight and her hair was of steel wool. Turns out, this woman was a head gossip columnist for a well known little gossip rag: you may have heard of it? Page Six?
Time for a tune up.
