Crossfit begins, Popcornopolis ends

For the last 4 months I've been doing a bootcamp 3x a week.  It's intense and fun and so hard.  I've loved it.  I've never worked harder or been stronger.  Now, if I'd altered my nutrition and continued to eat clean, I'd likely be 30 pounds lighter.  Instead of dwelling on that, I'm just pleased to be so much stronger and know that I can enjoy working my ass off (not literally) often.

Because of Lauren's school schedule, I can't fit bootcamp into mine anymore.  I'm so disappointed because I'm ready to commit to the nutrition part and combine the two.  Convenient timing, right? 

So, tomorrow I start Crossfit.  That works with my schedule and I didn't want any lapse time so I signed up right away.  (One of my besties and I are doing it together).  Anyway, I've read up on it and have talked to a few friends who have done it and it sounds really similar to my bootcamp I've been doing so I'm not too scared.  But I kind of am.  But not really.  I don't know. 

Nutrition + Crossfit and I'm hoping to be the old me that has been swallowed by the current me.  Like this:

I know.  Ridiculous.

I would never be caught wearing leg warmers.

Anyway, it's good to be working my ass off during the week.  It's good to be strong.  It's good to push myself.  It'll be even better if I stop having Popcornopolis (if you haven't had this yet you haven't lived) from Costco for lunch.

Stay tuned.  You may see me upside down on a kettle bell before the end of the year.