So right before I got tanked on Thursday I did 'Christine', a Crossfit benchmark WOD:
3 Rounds, for time:
Row 500
12 Body Weight Deadlifts
21 Box Jumps 20'
My time: 12:08 min RX
Anyhow, after the WOD, I walked a 200 to cool down and then all of sudden I got butterflies in stomach as I turned the corner and saw the Tank Truck, a Mobile Hydrostatic Body Fat Testing Truck, sitting right outside Boulder Crossfit...I also saw my car and thought 'Should I stay or should I go now...If I stay there might be trouble...'
Although I've never tested my body fat before, I used to weigh myself every single day and the number on the scale used to control my mood for the rest of the day. Sometimes I would weigh myself a few times a day, thinking if I worked out and ate very little I would weigh less, then I'd be happier. I can't believe a stupid number on the scale had the ability to control my thoughts, emotions, feelings, beliefs, activities...? That number had the ability to control everything!!!!(((((
It all started when I was about 10 years old, the age when kids start realizing differences in other kids. I started hitting my growth spurt, but starting growing out before growing up. Looking back, it was definitely all the crappy, sugary foods I ate that made me gain weight but, that was the STUFF that SHUT ME UP so my parents kept feeding it to me (Vicious Cycle - another blog post on that). Anyhow, kids started teasing me and I'd come home with tears in my eyes. After a few months, my parents were concerned but, didn't know to do about it. Showing me how to 'eat right' and 'exercise' was not the answer for my parents because they didn't know what that meant themselves. It was the early 80's and we lived in one of the wealthiest towns in the US...Alpine, NJ...and my parents didn't know what to do with me...all they knew was I was a chubby, sad little girl...and they wanted to 'help'...
I remember the night my parents figured out a solution to my 'weight problem' pretty vividly. They came into my bedroom to inform me of my summer plans. Instead of going to the sleep away camp I went to the year before with my brother, they signed me up to go to a 'special' camp, Camp Kingsmont. Then they handed me a brochure with smiling faces of overweight kids playing soccer, swimming, running, basketball, etc...
All of a sudden my mind starting to connect the dots. For what seemed to be like an eternity, I repeatedly looked at the kids in the brochure and myself in the mirror, while my parents just sat by quietly. It was the first time I remember hearing my mind talk to me...
'Are my parents calling me fat too?'
'What kind of special camp it this, a camp for fat kids?'
'Am I really fat?'
'What is going on here?'
'They are trying to ruin my life!'
'Are they ashamed of me?'
Tears slowly started running down my face and then all of a sudden I started crying uncontrollably...telling my parents 'I wasn't fat' and that 'I wasn't going to this camp'...After about 30 minutes of me throwing a temper tantrum, my parents walked out of my room and I cried myself to sleep...
Well, my parents got their way and I went to fat camp and lost about 20 lbs. I took before and after photos (that I should post, if I can find it), got weighted (on a meat scale) every Sunday, and was not allowed to eat anything outside of what they fed us. They checked all care packages and even under our beds and in our cubbies for junk food. I met other kids my size that were teased at school, and other kids that were so obese they needed help walking around camp. I met skinny campers and counselors that went through the program and they keep coming back. The skinny people had VIP access to the 'back-room', the junk room...I remember some fat kids used to pay the skinny kids for 'back-room' food...How pathetic, right!?
When I went back to school my family & friends didn't recognize me. They couldn't believe the transformation. I not only grew 2 inches (because I was in my growth spurt), I also lost 20 lbs. But by the end of the school year I gained it all back and I went back to fat camp again. By the end of camp I grew another 2 inches and lost another 20 lbs and was almost 13 years old and about the height I am now. 13 years old for a latin jew from Jersey (LJAP - Latin, Jewish, American Princess) was a pivotal year...and I needed to look good for my Bat Mitzvah, a ceremony my parents spent more money on then my wedding...And BTW, I haven't been back to temple since except for other Bar/Bat Mitzvah's, that is how religious I am...I just got Bat Mitzvah'd for the presents, the party, and to show all my friends and family how skinny I was...
At the age of 13, the day after my Bat Mitzvah, I promised myself I would never be fat again because I received soooooooooooooooo many compliments ('OMG is that you' 'what happened' 'you should be a model 'you look spectacular') at my very elaborate 'coming of age' celebration. It's crazy to think the promise I made to myself almost 25 years ago stuck, but not without consequences (that's yet another blog post)...
I can truly say I struggled with eating issues almost my entire life...Then I found Crossfit...
Since starting Crossfit, I realized how much I want to perform better mentally & physically...and in order to do that I need to eat healthy, it's about 85% part of performance. I began realizing that it's NOT about 'calories in calories out' or about feeling guilty eating, or exercising more...It's about good quality, nutrient dense food that satiates you, not fills you up, and exercising smart...
Fast forward 25 years...I just did 'Christine' and I'm about to 'Get Tanked'...
You are supposed to deadlift your body weight in 'Christine'. Since I never weigh myself anymore, I assumed my body weight was 135 lbs. Although I always wanted to weigh 125, I always wound up weighing 132ish, so I just rounded up, instead of down (which is big thing to do for woman).
Here's what I've come to accept...It's not about the number, it's about how I feel. And I feel stronger, more confident and sexier now then I have ever felt before. I'm focused on how many lbs I can squat, then the number on a scale because I finally realized I not fighting for a number on a scale anymore, I'm fighting for strength and ownership my body and my life. I've also realized that my body subconsciously knows what weight I need to be at, although my mind tricks me into believing I need to be at another weight (i.e. I fought really hard to weigh 125 but, was never happy)...
Anyhow, as I walked in the 'Tank Truck' I had no idea what to expect, but then I and saw the dry weight scale and the wet weight scale and all of sudden got really anxious. Rosanne, who is the sweetest woman you'd ever meet, told me to get on the scale, 'I need to weigh and measure you'. I felt like I was at the doctors...134.8 lbs and 5.5'...Well, at least I RX'd 'Christine' accurately...Then she told me to get in the tank so she can calculate my body fat...Suddenly a wave of nervous energy flowed through my body and my mind started talking...
'Do I really want to know my body fat?'
'What if I'm much fatter than I thought?'
'What if I didn't keep my promise to myself and got got fat?'
'It doesn't matter, they are just numbers and numbers don't really matter.'
'I'm stronger now then I have ever been, that number doesn't mean anything?'
'Why am I even doing this to myself?'
'I need to know a number in order to reach my goal - gain 5 lbs of muscle!'
'Just calm the F down!'
I couldn't believe the nostalgic emotions flowing through my mind and body. I felt it dissipating as I stepped into the water. Then Rosanne told me to 'exhale back into water until I couldn't exhale any more'. And as I did I saw the fat kid within slowly vanish before my eyes. I realized it didn't matter what the scale said because I knew in my heart & soul I am in a such healthier place mentally & physically. For example, I just deadlifted my body weight a total of 36 times, unbroken in each round. Not many woman can do that, or even want to try to do that. I'm my toughest critic and I can honestly say I am proud of myself for weighing 135 and lifting my body weight in that WOD.
To sum up, it's taken over 25 years to be feel comfortable in my skin and eat without any guilt. Although, I sometimes feel regret about all the time I spent/lost focused on trying to be skinny (i.e. a fat skinny) but, I know I went through my struggles for reason and that reason is to help...Now you know my story, please let me know how I can help...
Sometimes you don't know if you have an issue with something until your mind speaks out loud...hoping to hear some voices, not just crickets...