Shift

The times they are a-changin'.

~ Bob Dylan

This is the time of year when my work load can take on epic proportions. My hours can be long and odd. Sometimes I'm up at 5:00 am trying to fit things in before the phone starts ringing and the emails start pouring in. Or I'm up until midnight, catching up on the day's work because the phone didn't stop ringing and the emails didn't stop pouring in. It's not unheard of for my work weeks to be somewhere between 60-70 hours a week from now until late June. Somewhere in there I'm still trying to squeeze in motherhood and marriage and laundry and grocery shopping and cleaning and rehearsing and gigging and a social life. Last year at this time, daily, my light at the end of the long workday tunnel was collapsing on the couch to watch t.v., with a beverage in one hand and food in the other. That was my reward. I'm not even remotely joking when I say my day revolved around that moment. My whole life revolved around those moments. After all of that hard work didn't I deserve to put that high fat, high sodium, high carbohydrate, high calorie snack into my body? Didn't I deserve those four glasses of wine? And the second those flavors hit my tongue, the pleasure centers in my brain went into overdrive and I sat there, like a zombie, eating, drinking, and expanding my waistline.

So guys, guess what? Last week was a particularly difficult work week. It peaked on Wednesday. I didn't know whether to cry or scream. I was close to doing both. My homicidal thoughts were at Defcon 1. And do you know, my darling reader, what thought went through my head???? "I WISH I COULD GO TO CROSSFIT TONIGHT AND WORK OUT."

My next thought was something akin to, "Wait. WHAT???"

The way I see it, there are three likely explanations for this.

1. Pod people have taken over my body.
2. All of the illegal substances I ingested/smoked when I was a teenager have finally caught up with me and I'm hallucinating.
3. I'm getting healthy.

As plausible as scenarios 1 and 2 are, I'm leaning toward 3. And if it is 3, do you know what that means?

This is huge, guys. Not only am I NOT looking toward food as my reward, but my mind is looking toward working out as a way to cope with stress. There are rumblings afoot in my psyche. Will you all join me in a happy dance?

I'm introducing a new feature to FGS called In The Mush Pot, or ITMP. For those of you who know me well, you know I'm a huge pile of mush. The only thing squishier than my belly is my heart (Pretty soon only my heart will be squishy). I have multiple ITMP moments every week, but lately most of them have been because of Crossfit. Here's my favorite ITMP moment of the week:

This Saturday we hosted a large event at our location, Canyon Crossfit. It was quite a scene. I could write another blog post about how much fun I had at that event. It was an awesome opportunity to hang out with people who I don't always get to see at WODs. So, I'm standing there, enthralled with what's happening around me and I hear someone say, "Heather." Well, I didn't look because there is another Heather who is part of our Canyon Crossfit community, and usually when I hear my name, it's because someone is calling out to her. I heard my name called a couple more times and finally looked over to a group of Canyon Crossfit girls who were all getting ready to take a picture and were gesturing to me to come over and be a part of it. It was definitely a mush pot moment. I cannot recall anytime in life where I felt accepted and supported as quickly as I have amongst these people. I feel like I'm making friends for life.

That's it for now. I could write so much more, but I'll spare you the Tolstoy-esque post. Thanks for reading. xoxo