I know in the blogger world, we are supposed to be perfect. It's probably much to early in our relationship for me to reveal my weaknesses.
I think having lost the amount of weight I have lost and making the huge changes have given me this false sense of security. I am far down the road in my journey, but I still have a long way to go. Physically it might not show, but mentally I still have work.
Today I was reminded of the fact that at times I am still terrified of this process. Doing it so publicly only magnifies the terror. I know my body is stronger than I let it be, but today showed me just how weak my mind is.
I am terrified of doing the back squat. I didn't realize it until I had the bar loaded up and on my shoulders. The very first rep I bailed. I dumped the weight the minute I reached the bottom. We had just begin the wod and I was overcome with fear. My coach told me to remove a plate on each side. I did and tried again. Well, "tried" is and exaggeration. I put it on my shoulders and then right back on the rack again. I removed another plate. At this point I had on 50% of the prescribed weight. FIFTY PERCENT! And I know, I know I am not competing with anyone there but my mind has so much control over me that it has created a mental block in front of this ONE exercise. And I cried. I'm pretty sure it says somewhere that there is no crying in crossfit but I cried. I squatted that pathetic weight with tears running down my cheeks. I hoped that it looked like sweat, this is Florida after all and blazing hot. For the first time in a long time, I let my mind win.
If you have never been heavy, it's hard to understand the mindset of someone who is or has been. Maybe this post sounds weak, but there are those out there who will understand every word and that is why I write this. I show my scars so hopefully you won't be afraid to accept yours.
The thing is, many of us have been on this journey a few times around. Something stops us. It could be a bad day, a break up, a vacation, and we go back to the way life is. I'm here to say it doesn't have to be that way. I had a bad day. I had a day that reminded me I am mentally weak. I am afraid of failure. Life would be easier if I didn't try. It certainly would be less embarrassing if I weren't crying in a gym some where, feeling completely out of my league. These days will happen. At no point in your life will you never have these days again. There will always be those moments that will bring you crashing to your knees. I cried the whole drive home. Everything in me wanted to stop at the nearest 7-11 and consume every donut they had. At times I am still that heavy girl inside who eats away her feelings because it feels better than facing them head on. I didn't though. I went home and gave myself today to be upset and to be disappointed with myself. It's not that we won't ever have these days. Give yourself that day. What matters is what are you going to do tomorrow? You get one day and one day only to mope. It's not a ticket to eat, but a chance to feel what ever you need to feel to get over it. That is why this time will be different. There are no road blocks. Walls are not there to stop you. Walls are there to remind you how badly you want this. Walls are there for you to climb over, dig under or crash through. If it does not challenge you, it does not change you. With out these moments, I will not grow. To you, it's a back squat. To me, it's finding that determination to finally silence that voice inside that keeps saying, "I can't."
I moped, I blogged, I got it off my chest. Tomorrow I will be back at the gym.