Unless something goes terribly wrong, there should not be (m)any vegan cheesecakes on this blog. We decided to start this blog a mere week ago, while drinking juice and eating snacks/lunch at the Sweet Auburn Market in Atlanta. The challenge was, of course, Patrick’s idea. And I can’t resist a fitness/nutrition challenge.
This wasn’t always the case.
I was a smoker for just over 15 years, usually a pack a day, sometimes two. I went to graduate school for English, and if there is anything less conducive to fitness than reading and writing papers all day, I would love to know what it is, because I cannot image in. Plus, graduate school, for any discipline, is high stress and constant overwork. When I discovered I could live on HotPockets, because I could eat them with one hand while typing with the other, well.
Eventually, I had an epiphany, when my Mom’s health took a turn. I quit smoking and started doing this fitness stuff. I did some hot yoga, which was awesome. After a bit of that, I then joined a local gym where I met my co-blogger, Patrick, who was an excellent trainer there. Eventually, I wanted to amp up my workouts, and he
suckered me encouraged me to join his CrossFit gym. CrossFit, as it turns out, is awesome, and I love it!!!
So here I am. My biggest obstacles to fitness is the fact that I do things like make plans to eat 28 vegan cheesecakes (note: I’m not actually vegan. Or strictly vegetarian, for that matter). I like food, and I lose all sense when it comes to good food. And I’m also lazy. I would rather have food prepared for me, than prepare the food myself, because there’s always something more interesting I could be doing (see above: HotPockets). And my fitness routine needs some improvement. There are things I want to be able to do. Like pull-ups!
And I would like to add this: During this challenge, I will be getting married and also turning 40 (Patrick, btw, is one of my bridesmen! Yay!). In fact, those things both happen at the end of May, only a couple weeks in. So I might be a little scattered getting this thing started (like, say, blogging the night before.) But bear with me.
And for the love of all that’s holy, cheer me on. I’ll need it.