Out of the box and back into boxing

So yesterday was my birthday... (pause for requisite cheer, respond with polite nod etc etc).

It's been sweaty-balls 40-degrees hot over here in Perth for the last few days.  And I have no airconditioning in my living room. So I decided to bake! Genius, I know.  But it was worth it! For one of my bake-offs I decided to go all 70s retro and make devils on horseback. Yummo. Just slice up some bacon (streaky bacon, cut each piece in half) and wrap it around some pitted prunes, stick a toothpick in, bake on 180C 20-30 mins until bacon is crispy and voila! Remember that prunes used be plums so you shouldn't eat more than about three of them at once....

And I took my first ever boxing class at 6am on my birthday.  It was pretty fun and less overwhelming than I expected.  I'll be taking more from this weekend and getting some official qualifications on Friday so I guess you can say I'm a boxing instructor now?!

I'm glad I'm boxing again (a pastime I've enjoyed for over a decade) because a couple of weeks ago I had to give up my CrossFit gym membership and 'leave the box' for now.  Yep, I blog about CrossFit and I live for the stuff but the real world has collided with the ideal and I've come out a bit battered and bruised.  I have a lot to say about 'forging elit(ist) fitness' but this is not the forum.  However, I will say that I feel CrossFit should be more accessible (but then I'll be arguing against a very logical point about the cost of having a bunch of coaches looking out for your physical interests versus being left to your own devices and getting injured etc and I'm way too tired for that talk).

At first I was really gutted, but now I am determined to work around this challenge.  I bought a 16kg kettlebell and joined a gym the 1970s forgot to take with them when they ended... But it has a lot of barbells, dumbells, space for skipping and rowers. It also costs $10 per week and has a free creche Monday to Saturday mornings. And spin bikes on which to hurt my bum and gyney for hours... aaahhhh... the spin bike.....

Anyway - I'm very nervous about 'being out on my own' and not having someone tell me what to do with my workouts every day.  It will be challenging to stay motivated and keep myself on track, as it has been for my diet since I moved here.  I have still been cooking a lot of Paleo meals, but when my financial situation started getting very bleak very quickly I started to comfort-eat a LOT of dairy and sugar....

My philosophy is one of acceptance.  If I have made some poor choices I need to acknowledge it and move on... I don't believe there is anything to be gained from wallowing in guilt, panic and anxiety.  So I'm just going to take it one meal at a time and get back in the saddle, even though I'm certain that everything really does taste better with icecream.....

Which brings me to the point of 'special occasions'.  For Valentine's Day, aka 'the day after my birthday', my son brought home a couple of the least-Paleo biscuits on Earth. But he made them - and bless, there was a little note attached.  I'd be a psycho if I didn't give him the satisfaction of trying to eat his half-melted, slightly burnt little pink pieces of floury hell.... Do the world a favour and don't be a food psycho... have a little something 'unhealthy' on special occasions (unless it literally gives you the shits... then PLEASE do not eat it FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!).

Gassius Maximus

Back to the CrossFit obsession soon.... time for a foodie post.

So I've been fermenting my own foods a bit these days.  And I've also been tooting my own horn, if ya know what I mean... The kids are finding that pretty hilarious. Might take me a week to get used to all the fizz in mah belly methinks.

Home-made Apple Kefir - the fizzy gettin' bizzy in mah belly

I got into the idea of fermentation not long after I started on the path of eating Paleo.  I became pretty obsessed with the idea of having nothing processed in my diet and that meant considering things like packaged vitamins and probiotics.

There's a lot of information about the benefits of probiotics available these days. But it makes sense to me to try and access these valuable organisms in the most natural way possible, rather than blindly trusting some company that shoves my little critters into capsules at a factory somewhere.

A friend told me, in secret, that she fermented her own food. She's pretty bloody 'normal' so that encouraged me to explore the idea.  Ivy from Paleo in Melbourne often featured fermented products in her blog and, again, I was intrigued.

But then I saw pictures of crazy looking jars and detailed and lengthy instructions and caveats and too much friggin' hard work frankly.

Well last week I gave it a go. I made sauerkraut.  I followed my own version of my friend's recipe (see below) and left the single jar of goodness on a shelf for 5 days, patiently waiting for something magical to happen. And guess what? It did! Bloody deliciousness.  My next project is pickled carrot and daikon - just trying to get the sugar balance right (sugar is mostly eliminated through the fermentation process but not entirely).

The other thing I tried was apple kefir (see above).  I added one sachet of kefir to a bottle with a stopper ($1.50 at Ikea), along with approximately 300ml of organic cloudy apple juice and topped up the bottle with water. I left this mix on the kitchen bench for 24hrs then refridgerated.  The result tastes like apple cider without the buzz.  I have managed to make another four batches by retaining half a glass of the mixture in the bottom of the bottle and re-doing the other three steps.  This mix is cheaper than buying a bottle of organic fizzy and a half a dozen probiotic capsules and it took less than 10 seconds to make. 

Here's my version of Sarah's Sauerkraut.....

1 large green cabbage - thoroughly washed and dried

2 x Granny smith apples - peeled and shredded in grater

1 teaspoon of raw honey

Himalayan Crystal Salt 1 teaspoon

1 sachet Body Ecology starter culture

1. Sterilise a mason jar ($4 at Ikea) in boiling water for ten minutes

2. To make starter mix: mix honey, culture starter, ½ cup filtered water

3. Set aside some big clean cabbage leaves. You will leave these as seals for the jar

4. Get a large bowl. Slice cabbages and add to the bowl. Scrunch the cabbage to try to bruise it (did this a couple of times)

5. Mix in all the ingredients together, scrunching. You may need to do a few batches depending on the size of your bowl. Don’t forget the salt.

6. Pack it tightly in the jar. Pour in starter culture mix.  DO NOT GO HIGHER THAN 3CM FROM TOP OF JAR.

7. Push it all down and pack it in as much as you can.  Make sure liquid covers all ingredients. Add filtered water if required.

8. Place cabbage leaf on top to ‘seal’ the veggies in

9. Firmly secure lid of jar and place on tray to catch any overflowing juices. Put in a dark place – i.e. in the cupboard with a towel on it.

10. Leave 3-5 days for crunchy, 10 days for softer texture.  DON’T OPEN WHEN FERMENTING.

Once fermented place in fridge. After opening jar, keep ingredients moist.  Stored correctly unopened cultured veges last 5 months in fridge and opened for 6 weeks.   

The 'C' word

So I watched this video. 

And I thought to myself ‘OMG that is soooo amazing, I could NEVER do that.... but I wish I could.... but WHO AM I KIDDING?!?!... and that looks so COOOOOOL and oooh that would be really hard but IMAGINE HAVING THOSE ABS and WHAT THE HELL IS THAT CHICK DOING!?!?!'....

And I started to obsess. And I started to ponder. And I started to research.

I learnt that I could train smarter in less time.  I learnt that throwing a heavy bar around would make me fitter and stronger, but also leaner. Besides that, it looked really badass.  I learnt that CrossFit had this thing called 'scaling' which meant that even my granny could give it a go. I learnt that one day I might possibly be able to get my body to do something cool like this:

Camille LeBlanc-Bazinet being awesome - courtesy of games.crossfit.com

 

At this point in time I'd been so disappointed by the trainers at my gym that I decided I could do a much better job myself. I also thought that maybe I could be of use to other women who had been where I was - overweight, dead tired, depressed and overwhelmed.  Besides, I was really sick of my office job anyway.

So I decided to enrol in night school and do my Certificate IV in Fitness.

The very same week I contacted a CrossFit gym in Melbourne and, with my heart pounding a million miles an hour, I climbed up that endless flight of stairs for my first session.

Apples and pears

So as I said in my last post, I have been on a mission to improve my health for over a year now.

When I joined the gym I weighed over 96kg, wore size 18 and had a waist measurement of 120cm.  The instructor who assessed me called my statistics 'alarming' (thanks, helpful...).

I didn't create a 'before' photo because I was fairly certain I would fail yet again in my 10 year quest to lose weight.  The closest I could find was a photo of me at my son's third birthday in November 2011, featured in my last post.  You can see I was an apple-shaped fatty.

A year on and I can grab a few handfuls of the fabric on that dress when I wear it, which is great because the weight around my organs was going to make me very sick and now I have three pairs of back boobs less.  About 30cm has gone from my waist. So I guess I've gone from apple to pear....

These days I usually wear size 14 or sometimes 12 or basically a size 'medium'.  I've lost weight on the scales in the order of 12kgs. I'd like to lose some more (one day at a time!).

So how did I do it? The first six months I just tried to ‘get a grip’ on the quantity and quality of food I ate. Just tried to stick with ONE mini chocolate bar a day instead of 500g of chocolate (oh yes I DID –ugh!).

I went to the gym EVERY morning at 5.30am and slogged away on the cross trainer for 40-50 minutes at a time. I didn’t want to do any resistance training because I felt like I really needed to just ‘sweat it out’. I took up a bit of boxing (something I’ve always loved) and wore a heart-rate monitor.

Most of the time, with very little exertion, I got my heart rate to about 170bpm. I was SO unfit. I struggled to do a 3 minute row over 500 metres, I nearly died during boxing classes and in the first week at the gym I actually face-planted straight off the back of the cross-trainer because I was so shaky.

I did okay over this time. I lost a bit of weight and some centrimetres off my waist. But BY GOLLY I WAS BORED!!!!!! I asked the trainers for some more interesting activities. One started me on intervals on the bike. Again, nearly died but managed to get better at them over time. Then I started spin classes. Then I bought a road bike and started to commute to work and back (30kms) twice weekly.

I was getting fitter each week and then would get bored and try something new but this plateaued around three months in (and the scales were not moving at all despite my low-fat, high-carb diet). Then I came across a video on a Facebook page one day and thought ‘what the hell is this?’.

It was a CrossFit promotional video. Life was about to get very different for me!

(to be continued...)

So, what's YOUR excuse?

About a year ago, I was really overweight, completely lacking in energy and had not done anything close to decent exercise for about 5 years. I had a two-year old and a one-year-old to care for, almost zero iron and could not function particularly well on many levels.

But the fact of the matter was that I had not prioritised my health and wellbeing. I had not taken the time and care to look after my body and it had caught up with me.

So, I'd made the decision to 'get into shape' and try dieting once again and I'd lined up an appointment at my local gym to kick things off.

 

But it was actually a phone call I received as I was leaving the gym that truly changed the way I felt about my body. 

 

I’d read in the newspaper about some ultramarathon runners being burnt the previous day but didn’t think much of it.  Then I received this call from my mum telling me that one of the women I'd read about was our friend Kate.

 

I was shocked and distressed at the prospect of losing Kate.  But when I heard she would probably lose her feet I was utterly devastated for her.  Here was a woman who LOVED to run and who would be battling to survive a coma, only to wake up to the news that she would possibly never run again.

 

That morning I decided it would be disrespectful and selfish for me to take my body for granted.  I felt like I owed it to Kate to look after what I had.  And everytime it feels 'all too hard' I remember what Kate has been through and what she is still going through today. 

So next time you want to give up early or miss a session because you can't be bothered, think about the people who would dearly love to be able to the things you take for granted every day. 

Then get off your fully functioning bum and do it.

Sea change, see change...

Hello

Been quite a long time since I posted.

Not much happened between then and now.

Just got my certification as a personal trainer (night school).

And moved from Melbourne to Perth with a two and four-year old...

I'm hoping to post once or twice a week from now on, provided my kids don't send me completely batty and I end up in an institution.....

We have moved to a great sea-side location.  The wind here drives us all a bit nutty and the sun can be strong, but for the most part the change has motivated me to keep moving, to get outdoors with my kids and to soak in all that life can offer.


(Image courtesy of Scarborough Beach Surf School)

Being busy and a bit strapped for cash means that I am not really attached to a CrossFit obsession, I mean, gym.  I really miss my old box in Melbourne - makes me sad to see everyone still getting flogged there.  So I'm taking this time to hone some basic body-weight skills, kettlebell swings, get my fitness up through running (when my knee allows it), stretching and treating a chronic hip problem with the help of a brilliant osteopath.

My Paleo diet went a bit wonky in the move and through the Christmas festivities.  But when I weighed myself at the start of this week I was down 2 kilos for the month. Which has convinced me that nothing helps weight loss like a bit of stress relief and relaxation.  However, I'm so glad to have my kitchen back and I have started cooking again - more information in following posts.

Down time has helped me start to lift heavier again and has given me the opportunity to reflect on my goals and dreams. And it has apparently reduced the size of my bum too (according to an eyewitness who reflected on this fact while I was bending over to run a bath for our kids).