Todays guest blogger is no stranger to danger! He’s tall, bald and handsome…and, oh yeah, he’s my husband! Tim has been doing the Paleo Challenge for 14 days now! I asked him to share his experience with us. Tim is a counselor who works with students at Multnomah University and also has a private practice called Lighthouse Counseling in Clackamas. He enjoys watching sports, playing an occasional round of golf, the color purple and spoiling our cat, Halo. Enjoy!
Near Death Experience
I’m bald. I’m back. And I’m better than ever. That’s right folks, it’s time for the Week 2 recap from Tim, (husband of Kim, your favorite blogger and nutritional expert). Let’s get this party started!
Week 2 of the Paleo Challenge was, for the most part, much easier than week one. Cravings were down, and cheating was minimal. I allowed myself one “cheat meal” and had some soda and two tacos for lunch one day, but this was more a planned cheat, and not the throw-as-much-crap-in-the-grocery-cart-as-you-could-possibly-stuff-into-your-face-this-weekend kind of cheat that I had last week. Huge improvement.
I’m the kind of guy who used to live on fast food, pizza, soda, and whatever else was quick and easy, so I’m a little surprised at how much I am starting to enjoy things like kale salad, cucumbers, peaches, plums, hot water w/lemon, carrots, etc. Meats like chicken, bacon, turkey, and beef are regular staples, and eggs are playing a big role in my toast-less morning meals. I miss toast and sandwiches some, but I’m also finding that I can make meals like stir-fry with just meat and veggies, and hardly miss the noodles at all.
Wednesday marked the national holiday of My Wife’s Birthday, and so I agreed to suck it up and go to the torture chamber that is CrossFit for the first time. I almost died.
The WOD (Workout of the Day, to the uninitiated) was to do 5 sets of three clean-and-jerks followed by twenty burpies (an unimaginably horrible exercise that involves falling to the ground on your chest, violently yanking your feet up towards your chest, and then pushing off of your feet and springing upwards while raising your arms to the sky) per set.
The CrossFit gym is owned by Lindsay, a young woman who uses her smile and unintimidating size to convince people that she is your friend. She is not. She takes joy in watching people suffer, and I was no exception. Since she told me I only had to do three sets because I was new, I figured everything would be fine….I was wrong.
Set One hurt. Set Two involved more pain, dripping sweat that flooded my eyes, and a regular fear of tossing up my breakfast all over the floor (the unofficial CrossFit mascot is Pukie the Clown, and no, I am not making that up).
I took a short break to walk around and convince myself that Lindsay is not the devil, and then I came back for the final set, which was actually easier than set two (some people said it was easier because I did it slower than most 89-year old women would have, but I’m guessing that the real reason it was easier was because of my supreme athletic prowess had just kicked-in).
Kim was happy that I joined her for the workout, and was more than willing to drive us home so that I wouldn’t have to do any strenuous maneuvers, such as pushing my foot down on the gas pedal. Surprisingly, I survived the next 72 hours, and by Saturday actually started feeling human again. Friday I got some good news, as I weighed-in and found that I am down about 9 pounds since we started all this two weeks ago. I doubt I’ll be able to keep up this kind of pace with the weight loss, but it definitely feels good so far. Have a great week everybody, and you’ll be hearing from me again soon!