Even so, I would classify my relationship with food as healthy, at least in the sense that I eat it for deliciousness, not happiness. I don’t obsess over my body size or a number on a scale, but I am noticing that with different fitness goals, certain foods do more good than others. I’d read articles about being skinny-fat and wondered if maybe that was me. I began to think about becoming healthier. I began to think about cardio and knew dark times were upon us.
Though Asians remain mystical beings who age in astonishing fashion, even I can’t deny that as the years go by, my fitness needs have changed. Much like the high school genius who never studied that began to flounder when it came to hard work in college, my system also took a shock when my super-metabolism started to slow. Most of my life, I was heavily active, from weight training to dance, to whatever new thing I could try. I was also blessed with a ridiculously fast metabolism that allowed me to basically eat whatever I wanted. This fueled my McDonalds-based life style and what I came to call my chicken nugget abs (abs masked by yet mysteriously formed by a steady supply of mcnuggets).
As my activity levels slowed and my eating habits stayed the same, I realized I needed to get back in the gym. I tried running and convinced myself I liked it from time to time, but it’s strength training that will always have my heart. Some friends from back home have been on cross fit kicks, so when a groupon came out for a cross-fit near me, I had to try it out. I’m a few weeks in now, and in a serious love/hate relationship.
For anyone who’s ever tried it, let me know what you think. Any tips for not being the most sore human on the planet will also be well-received. Until then, wish me luck!