Bitchslapping yourself in public…

When I say that I effing love my Crossfit community, I’m not kidding.  Below is my Facebook post to my Crossfit peeps on Wednesday of this week:

Ok gang, I’m throwing down the gauntlet… on myself. Today marks 7 weeks since I’ve set foot in the box, and I need to snap out of it. What started off as a legitimate excuse (super duper sick) has spiraled out of control and I’m back to being inactive and unhealthy. I’ve made up countless excuses over the past several weeks as to why I’m not yet ready to come back, but here’s the truth, I’m scared. I’ve gained weight… a lot of it. I’ve lost fitness, a lot of it, and I’m super self conscious to come back. But today I woke up and gave myself a bit of a bitch slap. I am the only person who can change this, and I am the only one standing in my way. I know I’m probably not alone, so I’m putting this out there to encourage anyone else who might have some negative inner monologue going on themselves. Waiting another day or week isn’t going to make it better, going to the box and DOING SOMETHING to make it better will. I’ll be there at 4:30 today. I missed you guys.


In response over 20 folks offered words of encouragement, including coach.  Five additional peeps reached out to me privately, told me they faced the same struggle, and we are now each other’s accountability partners with getting back to the box.

My first class back Coach gave me a high five and told me he missed me.  Three different people told me they were there that night because they saw my post and it was the kick in the pants they needed.

It’s just incredible.  Sure, Crossfit offers some great physical benefits.  And yeah, I’m doing it because I want to Hulk out and lose some weight and what not… but I never in a million years could have imagined gaining an entire group of people who are so amazing and supportive through just working out.

This “side benefit” if you will, is what makes this arguably the most awesome thing I’ve ever been a part of.

I mean, other than the horizontal lambata with the hubs.  But that’s a post for another time.

Weekly Workout Plan

As you might recall, I had a bit of a rough start to my week last week.   But once I bitch slapped myself back into reality, and wrote out my confessions and made a plan, I went out there and got it done.

Last week ended up being a really strong week for my tri training.  Granted, I didn’t set foot in the box, but I’m proud that I snapped out of it and didn’t wait until Monday to “start over.”

This week being a holiday is a short week at work for me.  I’m also traveling to St. Louis to hang with the in-laws for Thanksgiving AND flying home in time to go to the Florida/Florida State game on Saturday!  (Whoo hoo ‘Noles!!!)

Obviously, all that travel could sabotage my training, so building on my lessons learned last week I’m making a plan to ensure I get it done.  It looks like no matter how I slice it I’m going to be short a swim this week, but of all the sports that makes me the least amount of squirmy.  I’m already physically capable of covering the distance I will race, though I would like to do it much faster than I am at the moment!

As always, feel free to hold me accountable, because lord knows I need it.

Monday 11/25
Crossfit AM- Done
Swim AM- Done
Ride- Lunch, 10 miles with group

Tuesday 11/26
Crossfit AM
Swim AM- 1500m
Ride- Lunch, 10 miles solo

Wednesday 11/27
Travel day, off

Thursday 11/28
Run AM- 3 miles
Bike AM- 30 minutes (stationary at the hotel… yuck)

Friday 11/29 (travel)
Run AM- 3 miles/ Travel WOD
OR Crossfit AM- drop in on a box

Saturday 11/30
FSU Game- Off

Sunday 12/1
Bike AM- 25 miles

So what about you, readers?  How are you fitting fitness into the holiday this week?  How do you stay active when you travel?

Pom poms on a Monday

I feel like every weight loss success story I read about starts with a breaking point.  You hear how one day they saw themselves in a photo or something and just snapped, and everything changed.

I feel like I’ve been on a weight loss journey forever.   In truth, it’s really been just over a year since I recommitted myself to caring about myself, my body, to how I look and how I feel.

There have been some high points and low points, and certainly some successes and failures.

While recently I’ve seen some great success in max weights and lifts, I feel like I’m seeing a pretty serious backslide in my weight loss goals.  The number on the scale is consistently going up, and while I would love to say it’s from all the muscle I’m building, that would be a lie.  It’s because my diet has been anything but clean, and I’m paying the price by gaining weight.

This stops today.

I’ve said it a few times over the past week, but wasn’t strong enough to truly commit it to myself.  But I am now.  Today I woke up knowing exactly what I wanted out of today, out of myself, and out of my goals.  Today I woke up ready to accomplish everything that I know I’m capable of.

So I will.  It’s really that simple.

Slow Cooker Mexican Chicken Soupish (because it’s so thick it’s hard to call it soup)

Even though I live in Florida, I’m a total crockpot/slow cooker junkie.  I don’t have much time to prepare meals, but it’s important to me to eat as healthy as possible.  I’m always throwing a bunch of stuff in the crock pot and hoping it tastes good, and this week’s concoction was exceptionally tasty.

If you keep an eye on the ingredients in any of the canned items, you can have a 100% paleo meal with no more than 10 minutes of prep time.

You’re welcome.

mexican chicken soup

1.5 lbs of chicken of your choice (I used breast)
1 large poblano pepper
1 jalapeno pepper
1 large onion
1 clove garlic, minced
1 large can of diced tomatoes (check for wheat/soy/sugar to keep it paleo)
1 large bunch of cilantro chopped (about 1 cup)
4 limes juiced (about 1/3 cup)
1 can green chilies (again, check ingredients)
32 ounces chicken broth (or base if you prefer)
Salt, Pepper, Cumin, Cayenne pepper, chili powder


I swear to you, it’s this easy.

Put the chicken in the base of your crock pot.

Chop all ingredients that aren’t chopped (peppers, onion, garlic, cilantro) and throw them on top of the chicken.

Add tomatoes, lime juice and chicken broth.

Spice to your taste.

Set slow cooker for 8 hours on low or about 4.5 on high.  When it beeps, use two forks to shred chicken and mix well.

This comes out as a very thick hearty soup, making for a very filling and protein rich meal.

Crossfit + Tequila = Nicole Feels Feeeeeelings

This past Saturday marked the first ever Crossfit competition held at our box.  The In-House event put 20 men and 20 women toe to toe for two events, with the top 10 advancing to the third event.

As I have severe performance anxiety issues and no desire for anyone to ever WATCH me while I work out, I didn’t compete.  I also, thankfully, wasn’t judging, which meant that I got to simply go and cheer for all our awesome athletes.

Going into Saturday, I didn’t really realize how many of our folks I actually know.  I’ve bounced around to several of the classes, and as a result, I think I knew and had worked out with and had conversations with all but three of the athletes competing.  It made for a fun time as a spectator, as it didn’t matter where I was, I was screaming my face off for someone.

If there is one thing I can say about this weekend, it’s that this shit is inspiring.  I watched 40 people do a burpee/air squat AMRAP that made me want to vomit BEFORE I had the tequila.  For every single one of them, when the judges yelled “:90 seconds left” they found a new gear.  It was from amazing to flat awe inspiring.

During the second workout, all the competitors rowed, completed double unders and then worked towards a max clean and jerk with the remaining time.  I don’t know how many PR’s were set, but I’m certain it was many.  I watched some serious strength in our women, the top competitor hitting 165 lbs.  I witnessed some of the most inspiring girls I know battle the shit out of getting that bar overhead for their jerk, and so many triumphs when they just wouldn’t quit.

Not to be outdone, the guys rocked so hard.  Admittedly, by this point I was more than a few drinks in, but it was no less awesome to see them throwing 200+ pounds over head.  Their form was flawless, and it was incredible to see something that I know to be so difficult look so effortless.

In the break between the second and final workouts, tailgating ensued and friends were made.  Of all the things I love about Crossfit, it’s the community I love the most.  I shared tequila, new friends shared their tents.  The competitors were combinations of nervous and excited, those who knew they had made top 10 relaxing for the final competition and those who were unsure twitching until the results were posted.

The final WOD was a monster of a chipper.  Several of the competitors knew they didn’t have some of the skills required to finish, but it didn’t matter.  Like with all things Crossfit, you do as much as you physically can and you just keep trying until time runs out.  The workout was a 50-40-30-20-10 rep scheme with a 200m run between each.  Wall balls, box jumps, toes to bar, heavy snatches and muscle ups in a time cap.

It didn’t matter where they were in the workout, I have never EVER seen such a tremendous effort.  The women literally gave me goose bumps the entire time.  Ladies who had never done a single toes to bar worked the hell out of the set until time ran out.  Someone who didn’t believe they had a snatch at that weight nailed one before the cap.  Over and over again I saw boundaries broken and it nearly brought tears to my eyes to see women that I admire so much do things that even they didn’t believe were possible.

The men were no different, and just as inspiring.  Every one did work.  It came down to the muscle ups for the guys.  A few even finished the workout, but not without some missed reps, some pain, and some serious desire to overcome.

When it was all said and done I think even we the spectators were exhausted.  The winners were elated, but let’s face it, every one of them who came out on Saturday won something.

If any of them have ever thought “I want to inspire someone,” well, you reached your goal with me this weekend.

That’s what I get for putting my bum in the air

pick up line

I’m pretty sure I got hit on at Globo Gym today.  That, or he was hitting on my hot friend Blondie and I just happened to get lumped into his flirtatious mix.

I’ve been married for 10 years.  Unless they bang me over the head with a club and drag me off to their cave, it’s unlikely I’ll realize when I’m being flirted with until well after the fact unless they’re being pretty darn blatant about it.

So yeah, it’s safe to say, we got hit on.

Blondie and I were getting our lunchtime sweat on and the dude made a comment about how he kept watching us because we had “such great form,” or something like that.

Mind you, half of what we were doing involved being bent over with our bums in the air, so yeah, I’m sure it was our form he was watching.

I’m naturally a pretty confident person so the comment didn’t phase me all that much, but I have to admit for the rest of our workout I was aware of where this dude was, and was more conscious of not making girly grunt noises than usual.

I can’t remember the last time I felt this way working out.  I actually felt self conscious.

When I think back to my fitness routine pre-Crossfit, I honestly don’t think I ever went in the “boys” section of the gym.  I might have used a handful of the weight machines, but usually got my exercise fix with cardio.  When I started Crossfit, I remember having to be shown everything.  Something as simple as how to rack the weights, use the collars, remove the weight plates or even how to carry the barbell were simply things I didn’t know.

The amazing thing is, I learned from the people around me.  Not only that, but not once was I made to feel stupid or made to feel like the dude (or girl) showing me had anything but friendly intentions.

While we may joke and say not so appropriate things to each other now that I know everyone much better, I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever been hit on at Crossfit.

And I love that.

I feel like every day I’m a part of my Crossfit community is a day that I discover something new I love about it.  This is so much more than just exercise, and something as silly as a flirty guy at the regular gym reminds me why I love leaving my “ego at the door and sweat on the floor” every day with people who are in it for the same thing I am… to just be better.

Whoop whoop another award!

Check me out kittens!  The fabulosity that is “Chubby is my Name” has nominated me for the The Versatile Blogger Award!

versatile blogger award

Since we know how much my inner narcissist loves winning awards, I couldn’t be more honored.   If you can relate to me, be sure to check her out and follow her journey as well.

The rules for this award are pretty darn simple, and as follows:

Thank the person who nominated you, link back to their blog and nominate 15 bloggers who are worthy to be classified as versatile bloggers.

So without further ado here’s my nominees (in no particular order):

  1.  Crazy. Sweaty. Mommy at
  2. Chocolate Covered Race Medals at
  3. The Sky Runner at
  4. Boxgrl81 at
  5. Girl on the Contrary at
  6. Fit Journey 50 at
  7. A Confederacy of Spinsters at
  8. Joy In the Day at
  9. That’s What She Said at
  10. I Train Therefore I Eat at:
  11. Fit and Feminist at:
  12. Everything’s Better with Ginger at:
  13. Crossfit Games or Bust! at:
  14. Warrior Girl Lifting at:
  15. I Drank the CF Kool Aid at:

Of course, I’ve got about 20 more I want to list but this is a great start.  Dear readers, if you are looking for some other great blog material, check out these bloggers and give them some “like” love.

I’m honored and humbled to get a shout out from this great community, and will do my best to keep producing sarcastic crap that makes you laugh until you pee your pants.

If I didn’t make you pee your pants today, try doing some double unders.  From what I hear, they can produce the same effect.


The universe spoke to me through Chipotle

Do not burpee when in this condition, ever.
Do not burpee when in this condition, ever.

Since I was running late to work this morning I decided at around 7:30 a.m. that I would be going to Chipotle for lunch.

Which means Chipotle fantasies ALL DAY LONG.

By the time I was walking in with friend and coworker cycling blondie I was having cheese and sour cream and burrito fantasies.  Freaking bathtubs filled with sour cream fantasies kittens.

It was some kinky shit.  My colon was both excited for and dreading what was coming.

I walked up to the counter, took a deep breath…

And ordered the same thing I always get when I go there.  Which is 100% paleo, and 100% just as delicious as floating down a river of cheese bloated goodness.

Oh, and a diet coke.  Because I’m not a SAINT people.  Jeez.

After my exercise in extreme inner fat kid control, as we’re walking through the parking lot with our to-go containers I hear a furiously honking horn and look up to see COACH and SUPER AWESOME GIRL COACH (who are married so it’s not scandalous or anything) driving by.

What happens next?  Coach rolls down his window and says, “so what’s in the bag?”

Ok universe, I get it.  If I hadn’t held MYSELF accountable, you would have done it for me.  Probably through a punishment of burpees.

And let’s face it, burpees after eating something that your tummy won’t love you for should be called throwupees.

So thanks universe.  And thanks Coach.

For the record, my lunch was even more delicious than I had fantasized about.  Who needs “cheats” when there is guacamole?  Mmmm guacamole.


6 am carnage

Another 6 a.m. class for me today.  This one wasn’t particularly hard to get out of bed for as I woke up around 3 a.m. and never went back to sleep.  In good news, all of my laundry is done, the kitchen is clean, and I totally started a new book series in the 2.5 hours I was awake and pissed off at myself for not being able to doze back off.

Gotta get this sleep thing figured out because I know I’m going to completely crash today by lunchtime.  4 hours of sleep does not a happy Nicole make.

Enough complaining.

Warm Up:  The usual.  I showed up a few minutes early and did some extra foam rolling.  My hamstrings and glutes are crazy sore today and my quads aren’t in much better shape.

SWOD:  Front Squats 4×5
1×10 @ 33 warm up
1×5@ 53

My legs my LEGS.  Holy crap by that last set my ass wanted to punch me in the face.  I really would have liked to see more weight on these, but will take what I can get today.

WOD: (because my legs aren’t already screaming…)

12 minute AMRAP
600 m run buy in (or 1.2 mile bike)


10 wall balls
8 DB snatches each arm

Score: 3+5 with a .85 bike and 20 lbs on snatches

There were four of us not running today, and coach decided that rather than row (since there was a lot of pulling movement in the snatches) he would have us ride.  A quick calculation and he decided that 1.2 on the bike would be comparable to 600m on the run.

Coach can’t do math at 6 a.m. apparently.

Around the time that everyone had come in from the run and gone to work on the wall balls he waved us off the bikes and we got started.  That said, had I been running my girls that I usually try to keep pace in came in a bit after me, so really, I got a jump start on the WOD.

This was brutal.  I actually really like DB snatches, and this is the first time I’ve manned up and done them at 20 lbs.  I am not wall balls biggest fan, but I broke them into sets of 5 and just tried to keep moving.  By the last 3 minutes of the WOD I could not believe we still had 3 minutes left to go.  I was completely gassed.

Coach called time and I literally collapsed to the floor and had a solid 2 minute coughing fit.  My lungs still aren’t clear of all the strep throat gunk.

Following class coach posted this picture online that he titled “6 a.m. carnage.”

My response?  “Oh so I wasn’t the only one who collapsed immediately?”

Great workout.

I admit, I deserve a throat punch

My colon is on a war path today.

It might have something to do with the entire bottle of wine I drank last night.  Or it might have something to do with the fact that the entire bottle of wine chased down pretty much an entire Chinese restaurants worth of every deep fried, delicious, MSG infused thing you can think of.

And that was just dinner.  Furthermore, that was just yesterday.

Do you ever talk to yourself?  I do.  And not just because I’m nuts.  Sometimes, talking to myself gives me some perspective.

This morning my conversation went something like, “Nicole, why did you do this to yourself?”

I’m sure you all remember last week when I was whining about my health, learning that I need to eat more, and was super motivated to figure this whole thing out.

Feel free to throat punch me today for doing exactly what I said I shouldn’t do, and eating more of all the wrong things.

Literally, all of them.

I’m pretty sure if you could name something that could potentially have negative health effects or inflame my immune and digestive system, I ate it over this weekend.

I don’t even have a hollow leg to blame it on.

I’m determined not to beat myself up any more than I already have and find a way to learn and move forward.

I am very lucky in that my downfall is not lack of knowledge.  People who simply do not KNOW how to be successful have a really hard path to try to follow.  But me?  I know exactly what I have to do.  My path while not easy, is simple.  I simply need to execute the plan that I already have, and use the knowledge that I’ve already gained to do the things that I know will allow me to be successful.

If knowledge is power, I’m freaking Wonder Woman.  Now let’s crack that whip… er… I mean… lasso.